Join Date: May 2009
Location: Brazoria County, TX
I watch him wallking away from me blue jeans, boots, and cowboy hat.
He jumps the arena fence, his spurs ringing on the pipe.
He's all dressed up, ready to go in his vest and chaps.
I watch him joke around as he rosins up his rope.
Behind the chutes he's helping others waiting for his ride.
To calm his nerves he reaches back and pulls out a can of Cope.
His bull is rank, so they say, never ridden before.
He says a quick bull rider prayer before getting in the chute.
I watch him yell "Go ahead boys!" and they open up the door.
My heart stops beating and I'm not breathing when I see the bull blow.
Five jumps in he's sitting tight, the bull spins to the left then the right.
Eight seconds has never moved so slow.
The buzzer sounds and he jumps off, waving at the crowd.
I catch his eye and smile, so glad that he is safe.
Judges say a ninety point ride, he's never been more proud.
I watch him walking toward me boots, blue jeans, and cowboy hat.
He's sweaty, dusty and slightly sore but his smile is brighter than arena lights.
I give him a kiss and say "Good ride cowboy." His smile widens at that.
He talks about his ride and how he knew he would win.
I just listen and nod my head.
I'm happy my cowboy is with me again.
When In Doubt Let Your Horse Do The Thinkin
Originally Posted by spookychick13
What Lone said.