Now, the time has come to introduce you to my family. Here is a poem I wrote when my son, then 5, rode his first bull at an area rodeo. Rest assured, they were mini-bulls and the only riders were children 4 and up.
Here are seven stanzas for my contribution this week for the awesome group at WeWriWa!
The Bull rider's Mommy
You told me once,
in your voice so sweet,
you wanted to be a cowboy,
and I thought, how neat!
"Not just a cowboy,"
you assured me right quick,
"I want to ride bulls!"
Mommy's stomach went sick.
But your time finally came
and we were rodeo bound.
On the back of a young Brahama,
your heartsong was found.
All emotions were a go-
Fear, terror, and dread!
They combined as you prepped,
adding gray hairs to my head.
Our excitement built up
as Daddy lowered you down,
then you blew out of the chute,
with the bull spinning around!
One and a half seconds later,
you dashed to the gate.
Your eyes big as saucers,
your smile was so great!
"Did you like it? Did you love it?"
"Mom, that was so cool!"
I guess it's time now,
to look into bull riding school.
in your voice so sweet,
you wanted to be a cowboy,
and I thought, how neat!
"Not just a cowboy,"
you assured me right quick,
"I want to ride bulls!"
Mommy's stomach went sick.
But your time finally came
and we were rodeo bound.
On the back of a young Brahama,
your heartsong was found.
All emotions were a go-
Fear, terror, and dread!
They combined as you prepped,
adding gray hairs to my head.
Our excitement built up
as Daddy lowered you down,
then you blew out of the chute,
with the bull spinning around!
One and a half seconds later,
you dashed to the gate.
Your eyes big as saucers,
your smile was so great!
"Did you like it? Did you love it?"
"Mom, that was so cool!"
I guess it's time now,
to look into bull riding school.