Thu, 03/14/2019 - 10:31 -- Missmay

Running through the gate 

Fast as I can


Horse went to buckin 

Tried to ride her out

Could not hang on 

I was bucked down 


Nocked out black 

Foced to get back on 

Scared to death 


Took months off after 

Did not want to even smell a horse

Some friends talked me back on

Found my spark once again


Now I am running pro

Not a care in the world

When a horse gets to bucking 

I dare them to buck me down




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