Holding Steady Through the Storm
Cowboys know that the hardest trails lead to the most beautiful views.
In the dust and heat, the crowd gathers close,
With cheers and roars, through the air they boast.
The rodeo clowns, in bright colors, jest,
Their antics and laughter, a lively fest.
With oversized hats and shoes too wide,
They dance ‘round the broncs, like kids on a ride.
A tumble here, a pratfall there,
Their giggles ring out, they banish despair.
As bulls bellow fierce, and rides take flight,
The clowns bring relief, their humor ignites.
They leap, they dodge, with a wild, playful grace,
Finding joy in the chaos, like a warm embrace.
So when the last whistle calls time to rest,
And hearts are still racing from each daunting test,
Remember the laughter that flowed in the ring,
For in every rodeo, it’s joy that we bring.
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