Article #8: "Rodeo Dreams: A Story of Friendship, Passion, and the Western Way of Life"

January 29, 2014 

 

 

 

 

Though you see a horse and call it wild and untamed,

 I see a friend, a team, and strength untamed.

 

You see the face of the horse and see blackness, 

I see the heart, the soul, and the spirit's vastness.

 

You see red and white, and see only a mark, 

I see sorrel, bay, chestnut, roan, and a blazing spark.

 

You see four legs and see only expense, 

I see strength, speed, and an investment immense.

 

You see cost, but I see care, 

For the feed I pay for, is happiness to share.

 

You call it a hobby, but to me it's a passion, 

With determination and love in every action.

 

You see my irritation, but I see my determination, 

Through the horse's ears, my problems find liberation.

 

You see only the few seconds of the rodeo, 

But I see the hours spent, and the bond that continues to grow.

 

You see uncertainty, but I see freedom, 

You see cowboys and cowgirls, but I see friendships and family,

 

Loyal to the western way of life, 

You see a girl on a horse, but I see love,

 

As the sun began to set over the dusty plains, a young girl rode her horse towards the rodeo arena. She had been raised around horses her whole life, and had always felt a special connection to them. To her, a horse was more than just a beast of burden, it was a friend and a partner.

As she rode, she thought about all the time and effort she had put into training her horse. The early mornings, the late nights, the countless hours spent working together to perfect their moves. It wasn't just about winning competitions, it was about the bond she had formed with her horse.

As she reached the arena, she could see the other cowboys and cowgirls preparing for the rodeo. She knew most of them, and they were more than just competitors to her, they were like a family. They all shared the same passion for the rodeo lifestyle and the western way of life.

As she entered the arena, she could feel the excitement building inside of her. This was what she lived for, the thrill of competing and pushing herself to be the best. She knew that the rodeo was more than just a hobby to her, it was a passion, a drive that consumed her day and night.

The first event was barrel racing, and as she lined up at the starting gate, she could feel her horse's energy building beneath her. She leaned forward, whispering encouragement to her horse, and when the gate opened, they were off like a shot.

As they rounded the first barrel, she could feel her horse's strength and speed as they navigated the course. She knew they were in sync, moving as one team, and she could feel the determination in her horse's eyes. They rounded the second and third barrels, leaving them standing, and crossed the finish line in first place.

As she dismounted, she could feel the sweat on her skin and the adrenaline pumping through her veins. This was what she lived for, the rush of competition and the feeling of accomplishment. She knew that the hours of hard work and dedication had paid off, and she was proud of the bond she had formed with her horse.

The rodeo continued on, with events such as bull riding, calf roping, and team roping. As she watched her friends compete, she could see the same determination in their eyes that she felt in her own. They were all part of the same community, united by their love of the western way of life and their passion for the rodeo.

As the sun began to set, the rodeo came to a close, and the cowboys and cowgirls gathered around the campfire to share stories and memories of the day. As they sat together, drinking hot coffee and enjoying each other's company, the girl couldn't help but feel grateful for the life she had chosen.

She knew that being a rodeo rider was not without its challenges and difficulties. It was hard work and it required a lot of sacrifice, but the rewards were worth it. She had found her true calling and she couldn't imagine living any other way.

As the campfire died down and the cowboys and cowgirls retired to their tents, the girl lay down in her own, staring up at the stars. She knew that tomorrow was another day, another chance to ride, to compete, and to push herself to be the best.

She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of the fire on her skin and the steady heartbeat of her horse by her side. She knew that this was her paradise, the place where her heart and She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of the fire on her skin and the steady heartbeat of her horse by her side.

She knew that this was her paradise, the place where her heart and soul felt most at peace. She took a deep breath and let out a sigh of contentment, knowing that in this moment, everything was exactly as it should be.