Western Poetry posted April 7, 2019

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Keep the camera rolling

Bucking Bulls

by Ada Jewell

My boy was only twelve when the first bucking bull he rode
Throwing a hand in the air, he clinched his rope in a bull riders hold
Eight seconds was too long; he hit the ground at five.
That ain't exactly bad, as long as he's alive.

Fifteen hundred pounds kicked around my boy's head
I dropped the camera yelling don't let that boy be dead
He came out running, right behind bull
horns, snorting and blowing.
My boy jumped on the fence yelling, " mom keep the camera going!"

That was my job no matter what, every bull to behold.
No matter the horns or hoofs knocking, the footage would be gold
On a knee, hat removed, he talked to God before each attempt,
"God, if I ride or not help bless my mom not let the filming be exempt."

Western writing prompt entry
Writing Prompt
Write a rhyming poem with a western theme. Can be a story or poem, any length, but must rhyme.

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