That First Rodeo
Just four years old in chaps and boots
As we used to say life was swell.
I remember it still today
Rodeo was alive and well.
Way down there on the front row
We saw every cowboy’s wild ride.
Sitting next to the bucking chutes
We could see each quivering hide.
Then came a thunderous clanging
As giant bulls were loaded in
I heard them thrash and crash the pipes
As the brave young men stepped in.
One by one they took their places,
Upon these great and fiery beast.
Then as the gate was thrown open
The bulls would do more than their least
To toss these hat wearing men high
And stomp them down into the dirt.
Funny clowns were a scurrying
Keeping riders from getting hurt.
We sat up close and personal
With the sight, the sound, and the smell.
A brindle bull went high and right
Then savagely kicked our front rail.
What emotion and glee I felt
As mother gave terrified screams.
She sure did think we were goners,
But I still see it in my dreams.
©2006 Scott Hill Bumgardner