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RODEO, a poem by Julie Perrill

 As he says a prayer, and gives the okay with a little nod of this head, he holds on with the old tattered glove he’s always had.
As the gate opens wide, out of the shoot, the rank Brahma bull bucks him up, and down and around. As he spurs him to moved he can feel all the aches and pains from the rides before.
While he holds on for dear life, he wonders if he can stay on this night and ride the eight seconds he needs to win the money, for this is a cowboy’s life.
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by pearlyredtx

I am a mature country lady and my life revolves around my many fur kids which are my children. They include many cats, dogs & one 32 year young horse(mare). They are my life and I enjoy spending time with them. I am an published author as I wrote a book about my ovarian cancer, called, "Living Life Childless & Surviving the Big C". I am a true Cancer Survivor! I was one of the lucky ones that did not have to endure chemo or radiation and I am grateful it was found in time before it spread. I also have written many poems and currently have a romance novel and a children's book that I am working on. I live north of Houston, Texas and own a little piece of paradise where my mare grazes daily and enjoys living out her days just being a big loving pet. We use to trail ride and run barrels in our local barrel racing associations. I have spent my life in sales, administration, management and real estate. I am now semi-retired but still find time to write which is what I love to do the most.


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