This is a barrel racing poem I wrote.
8 hour for 15 seconds
Sweet dreams are shattered
The alarm clock sounds it warning
Up to feed the horses, so early in the morning
We have to bathe and brush him
Make him sparkle and shine
He has to look his finest, when they call out our winning time.
It’s time to load the trailer
Fill the hay bags and hook up the truck
Pack a lunch and stock the ice chest
We’ll get there in time with some luck.
We’re on our way to the barrel race
It’s around a 2 hour drive
The sun is shinning, what a beautiful day
Ain’t it great to be alive!
We pull into the rodeo grounds
And make it with time to spare
Oh boy I forgot my spurs, maybe I can borrow a pair
You ride in your exhibitions, still and hour before your run
So you help to set the barrels, out in the burning sun.
Your name is finally called out
They tell you to be getting ready
Your horse feels your tension
But your trying to stay calm and steady
As you blast down the alley-way
Running barrels is what this day’s for
A natural high, the wind in your face
You had a great run your sure.
You cool your horse and load him
8 hours you’ve spent in the sun
So much preparation
All for a 15 second run!
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