Cowboy Poem

I was over at Pony Girl's blog and after reading her compelling (and well written I must say) post on rodeo, was inspired to put up this poem for you all today. It is one of my favorites from the movie 8 Seconds (based on the life of legendary bull rider Lane Frost). The movie is a must see but it is the poem is what stuck with me.

(sorry if I dont get every line right)

Cowboy

There is a hundred years of history

and a hundred for them all

gathered in the thinkin' going on beneath his hat

The cold flame burns within him

till his skins as cold as ice

and the dues he paid to get here are worth every sacrifice.

All the miles spend sleepy' drivin'

all the money down the drain,

all the "if I's" and "nearly's"

all the bandages and pain...

all the female tears left dryin'

all the fever and the fight

are just a small down payment on the ride he makes tonight.

Its guts and love and glory,

one mortals chance at fame

his legacy is rodeo

and cowboy is his name.

-Baxter Black