Titles
starting with letter "S" - "T"
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SUBMISSION
By Tammy Tso
(TickleBug3)
Why does a horse submit to a man?
What makes them obey a human hand?
Why do they do just as we ask?
Why do they follow through in the task?
Why does a horse obey so well?
They get right back up after they fell.
Why do they obey if they are stronger?
Their neck, back, and legs are longer.
There are two things that make horses obey.
One is quite harsh but the other's okay.
Some people strike fear in their horse's heart.
Others are kind and do their part.
Fear is a way to make a horse do
All their jobs and things you want them to.
But there's no friendship found that way.
The horse will try to stay away.
Kindness and love is another choice.
Comfort a horse through your voice.
If you show kindness and love him dearly.
If you continue he'll eventually see.
He'll know that you love him and will love you back.
He'll let you groom him and put on his tack.
He'll stand still and quiet when you mount up
Looking as cute as a pup.
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TEAMROPER
By Strickapbt
GONE AGAIN, DOWN THE ROAD
FOLLOWIN 'THE LINE AND TOWIN' THEIR LOAD
IT'S THE FAMILIAR FEELIN' THAT KEEPS IT CLEAR
AND BRINGS 'EM BACK YEAR AFTER YEAR
THEY THROW THEIR SADDLE UP ON THE BACK
AND BUCKLE THE REST OF THEIR TROPHY TACK
THEY HEAD FOR THE ARENA TO WARM UP THEIR HORSE
CIRCLIN' TO THE LEFT, IT'S THE SAME OLE COURSE
"NUMBER 8 ROPIN' IS NEXT" THEY SAY
IN COMES THE TRUCK, GET OUT OF THE WAY
THE ARENA'S BEEN WATERED, THE AIR IS CLEAR
YOU'LL FIND THE COWBOY CHECKIN' HIS GEAR
THE ANNOUNCER CALLS "YOUR ON DECK"
NOW'S THE TIME TO GO FOR THE CHECK
THEY RIDE IN THE ARENA, BACK IN THE BOX
THEN WITH A NOD, THEY RACE THE CLOCK
THEY CAN'T BREAK OUT, IT HAS TO BE CLEAN
THEY KNOW HOW TO WIN AND IT'S QUICK AND MEAN
STEER IS OUT, CAN'T BE LATE
THEY KNOW IN THEIR HEART, THIS IS THEIR FATE
THE HEADER WAS QUICK, HE STUCK THAT STEER
NOWS THE TIME TO HEAD UP THE REAR
AROUND THE CORNER, HORSE AND STEER DO MEET
HEELER THROWS AND GRABS TWO FEET
NOW THE'LL WAIT FOR THE OFFICIALS CALL
AND HOPE TO THEMSELVES IT WAS WORTH THE HAUL
THE DUST HAS SETTLED, IT'S OVER AND DONE
THEY GOT THE AVERAGE AND HAVE IT WON
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TEAM ROPER'S VICTORY
By Jenny Maury
He saddles up
he holds his breath
a rope in hand
he hopes for the best
He twirls the rope
he lets it fly
he ropes the horns
only two seconds gone by
His partner knows
it's now his turn
for victory
their cowboy hearts do yern
For if they conquer
this fearless steer
it's off to Cheyenne
for the second year
The record to beat
for these cowboys today
is a mere 5.3 seconds
for a faster time they pray
So he twirls his rope
and lets it fly
the crowd to it's feet
only five seconds have gone by
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THAT FIRST 8 SECOND RIDE
By James T .Davis
CHEVYMECH23
I get on his back,
sittin in tight,
feeling the fear,
as the sun sets into the night.
Sinching it down,
and holding on tight,
for my first ride,
hoping I can doo it right.
With the fear setting in,
I turn oout my toes,
and listen too my heart beat,
and tell the boys to let go.
Round he spins,
with me atop,
finally I can't hold noo more,
and aim for that dreaded drop.
On the ground adrenaline rushes,
I get up and run,
for he only wants me,
Thinking God, Thank you, and that was fun.
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THE COW MAN FROM CLYDE
By Bob Morrison
(BM2181)
The Cow Man from Clyde
Worked dilligently for years with his wife and his family by his side,
Together they worked to create what is still to date
The most respected Hereford breed in the whole Texas state.
The cattle were offered for sale at least two times a year,
and to attend the event, from around the world cattleman would appear,
and as the bidding grew steady, you could see the stress
as he worked hard to make each sale a success.
many a pedigree was researched and put to the test,
as he worked for years not seeming to rest,
with the love and support of family and friends,
they produced a herd they need not defend,
for you can look at the blood lines, the structure, and character trait,
and see that time and work prevailed, this accomplishment was not fate,
in our mind there is the question of who this might be,
for he is very humble and arrogance you will not see,
he will seldom speak of his good fortune or fame,
The Cow Man From Clyde Weldon Edwards is his name
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THE FALLEN COWBOY
By: Chris Brown
(ILPBWAP)
- His feelings were going high, his emotions running strong,
that all went away when he came off all wrong.
- The Cowboy drew a bull that he said he could ride,
but it turned out that he had lied.
- The bull was rank and he turned back quick,
the noise that was heard made everyone sick.
- A crack was heard and the Cowboy laid still,
was it all worth that incredible thrill.
- The Cowboy kneW the risks involved,
but ridin bulls was how his problems were solved.
- The crowd was hushed by that deafening cry,
of the girl who just watched her Cowboy die.
- To the average person his death would seem dumb,
but to all the Cowboys this hero won.
- The goal was 8 but he stayed on for 7,
he's now up in a place called Cowboy heaven.
- He left his traveling partners and the girl of his dreams,
his pursuit of the buckle was stupid it seems.
- The Fallen Cowboy's memory will never be gone,
there are other Cowboys that will carry it on.
- Rodeo is a way of life not just a game,
at least this Cowboy got his chance at fame.
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THE NEW YEAR'S EVE WRECK
By Bob Morrison
(BM2181)
Robert and I went to gather cattle that day,
it was New Year's Eve a bright sun shiney day,
we rode to the field where the cattle were strown,
no one rode a bronc not wanting to get thrown,
as I started to lope down and around the cattle,
here came his daughter sitting high in the saddle.
when she came by it was plain to see the matter,
old hoss had clamped the bit and worked into a lather,
I sat down and stuck old Buck with my spurs,
and we raced down the field like his tail was full of cuckleburrs,
I caught that old hoss as we circled to the right,
that little girl's eyes were full of fright,
we straightened out and up the middle of the field we tore,
I was gonna catch that old hoss this time for shore,
old Robert was coming in on our right,
he had been witness to this awesome sight,
right in the middle we three met,
how we lived through it no ones figured out yet,
when the horese crashed I'm sure it was a sight to see,
me flying through the air like a bumble bee,
I hit the ground so hard my whole body began to shudder,
I tried to speak but could only stutter,
when I rolled over I discovered on my hat I did land,
now the crease is unique although not grand,
when I turned around to look Robert was down under his horse, and old buck,
for him to come out alive would take some luck,
the little girl was laying on the ground not making a sound,
I rushed to her side,
with the quickest of stride,
hoping some how she was still alive,
a few minutes later when we were back on our feet,
we dusted the dirt from our head and our seat,
as we stood around still dazed,
that we all came out alive we were amazed,
as I got back my senses and looked around for Buck,
he was standing on his bridle rein afraid to move what luck,
when I walked up and caught him he was shaking with fright,
but after checking him over he seemed to be allright,
I crawled in the saddle and the other horses I wrangled,
while Robert sorted out our ropes that were tangled,
when the horses were caught and the cattle were penned,
we began to feel the aches and pains and
knew it would be awhile before we would mend,
I know this sound for fetched but its true,
the New Year's Eve Wreck we all lived thruogh.
This incident took place New Year's Eve 1980 on the Link Ranch, Caddo, Texas
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THE PAST
By Grant Laman
Bull51884
I sit here in class
Wonderin' about the past
When there was no new fangled gagets
There wasn't even no magnets.
You could run as free as the wind
And when the snow falls the branches of the trees would bend
No cars were heard of
Just your horses and love
The cattle were free to run
And in the town limits you could shoot your gun
Everyone knew your name
And no one had no fame
You would tend your cattle and ride your horse
With no worries in your life of course
Anyone could drink a beer
You could always shoot a deer
Your kids had no toys
And never played with the other boys
They rode many horses
Never golfed on any golf course
Technology was unheard of
Our lives we did love
We know how to use a rope
And never smoked no dope
We always worked hard
And our hayfields were our yards
We worked our cattle and never would cuss
Yet the wives never would fuss
We worked with leather
And slept on feathers
Out on the range the cattle would roam
And our families just stayed home
The local ranchers and us would run all our cattle together
Our horses were good in all kinds of weather
They'd meet us at the gate
Even if we were late
You could ride our horses all day long
Yet they were always strong
They will never sull or balk
And never run when you want them to walk
You give all the animals the best care
And you never had to fight off the bears
You had everything you ever wanted
And never took that for granted
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THIRD DEGREE
By: David Caldwell
(DiscoDave33)
I'm waiting here in San Antonio,
with only one thing on my mind,
and that one thing is the bull,
that I have drawn tonight.
He's a mighty bull,
and his names Third Degree.
He's never been ridden,
and he's taken down thirty-three.
He's nothing more then a bull,
big, bad, and brute,
but once you get past all of that,
he's actually kind of cute.
Every bull can be ridden,
and that's a hard known fact.
Tonight I'm out here,
to prove just that.
I get called to the chute,
and I'm ready to go.
The rush is a rising,
and it's ready to blow.
I get on the bull,
and put my hat on straight.
I say lets go boys,
and they open the gate.
The bull blows out hard to the left,
then spins quickly to the right.
He spins constantly in circle's,
and puts up a good fight.
He then stops on a dime,
to buck real hard,
but I hold his lucky number,
and I hold his lucky card.
As the buzzer goes off,
he blows one more time.
For some reason I took this,
as an ending sign.
So I hop off,
and luckily land on my feet.
He stares straight in to my eyes,
and he knows that he's finally been beat.
Third Degrees reign was over,
and it's now done.
I had battled the big bad bull,
and I had won.
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THIS COWBOY
By Emily Brown
(EB6183)
This Cowboy that you've found
can say so much without making a sound.
When he gets ready for that 8 second ride
you've never seen anyone more full of passion and pride.
He can face the rodeo, it's bruises and scars.
He'd enter at any cost, no matter how far.
This Cowboy's heart has been broken before.
He says his bareback riding is the only thing that keeps him warm.
Without the rodeo this Cowboy wouldn't be the same.
He would end up a man without a name.
See when you love a Cowboy you get it all.
You understand his need for it whether he wins or falls.
This Cowboy cares about you,
and he knows it too
But you have to understand his burning desire
to be the one standing closest to the fire.
You know he cares about you and you don't let the rodeo get in the way
of the love you could possibly share someday.
This Cowboy can handle all the wild horses,
but he doesn't know where his heart is.
He can pull through any physical ailment,
but a broken heart is something completely different.
You know he loves riding, with the pain, guts, and glory.
You never get tired of hearing story after story.
Each memory brings excitement to his face.
You know he's ready to hold on tight and keep up the pace.
Every time that 8 second whistle blows at the end of a good ride,
you pray that he won't become just "one of those Cowboys that died."
This Cowboy can sweat the blood the rodeo brings,
but he won't allow love to give his heart wings.
So give him some time for his broken heart to heal
until then you just keep letting him know how you really feel.
Maybe one day his heart will be yours to hold.
Just stay by this Cowboy's side, no matter what you've been told
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THIS
COWGIRL'S DREAM
By
Kimbra Dial
(SAeagle01)
Brought
up wearing cowboy boots
with a daddy who loved to ride.
Although I never competed
I was always a cowgirl inside.
I love a man in a cowboy hat,
and a pair of worn out boots.
I love to hear the stories of their rodeos
and their cowboy roots.
A cowboy is a special person,
this I learned from Dad.
It takes alot to love em'
and when they leave it takes more not to be sad.
With a cowboy you learn patience,
and the love of the bulls and dust.
You learn to understand their motives,
and that it's love and not lust.
It takes a great woman,
to fall in love with a rodeo life.
But you see, it's not so hard,
when you live with a rodeo dad and his wife.
I learned alot from my mama,
that a cowboy needs more love.
You have to be there through ups and downs,
and pray to the Lord above.
To love a cowboy endlessly,
and to be the one he needs.
To be the one in his arms,
That is this cowgirl's dream.
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