A rodeo where the broncos are replaced by ornery tumbleweeds that love to buck and roll

In the Old West, your word was your bond, and respect was earned the hard way.

In the heart of dust where cowboys cheer,

Tumbleweeds twist with a wild frontier.

They bounce and roll across the wide plains,

In rodeo’s grip, in nature’s reign.

The riders mounted on sturdy steeds,

Face these rogue weeds with twisting deeds.

With bristling stems and a fierce little hop,

They bounce and whirl, will never stop.

Laughter erupts as the tumbleweeds dance,

A spectacle bold, this playful chance.

Splashing the dirt as they kick up their heels,

The rodeos charm, a surprise that reveals.

As the sun sets low and the shadows stretch,

Boys and girls cheer, their hearts they fetch.

For in this land where the legends grow,

Its not just broncos that steal the show.