Blazing Trails in the Frontier
The only way to find new horizons is to keep riding toward the setting sun.
In glittered boots and a cowboy hat,
The rodeo queens prance, what’s up with that?
With arms held high, in smiles they twirl,
Each slip and trip sparks laughter’s whirl.
The crowd erupts as their steed must prance,
But one brave queen forgot how to dance,
She tangled her reins and pulled the wrong lead,
We cheered as her horse got up to speed.
In the arena, a pie-eating race,
With whipped cream flying all over the place,
The judges, amused, had to stifle their glee,
As the queens wrestled sweetness, oh, what a spree!
Each rodeo night brings mishaps divine,
From wild tricks to a calf that won’t dine,
Yet through all the giggles, they wear crowns bright,
In the heart of the rodeo, joy takes flight.
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