Kicking Up Dust on the Trail
The trail might be tough, but a cowboy always finds a way forward.
In dusty boots and sequins bright,
The rodeo queen, a shining sight.
With laughter loud and spirits high,
She twirled her crown neath the vast, blue sky.
Her horse took off, a wild delight,
As she clung tight with all her might.
The crowd roared on, a raucous cheer,
While she tried hard to mask her fear.
Through barrels, flags, and flailing flair,
She stumbled once, a comical scare.
Yet friends beside her couldnt frown,
For every fall just earned her crown.
At twilights end, beneath the stars,
They danced and laughed, forgetting scars.
In the heart of rodeo™s sweet embrace,
The bond of queens held time and space.
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