Whirlwind of the WestIllustrate the rodeo queen’s raw power and grace as she becomes one with the unstoppable energy of the desert winds.

The only way to find new horizons is to keep riding toward the setting sun.

Upon the stage, beneath wide skies,

The rodeo queen, with fierce, bright eyes.

Her horse a thunder, hooves a drum,

Together they rise, a force to come.

Her lasso whirls like a tempests breath,

A dance of grit, defying death.

Through swirling sands, she carves her fate,

Embracing winds as they twist and skate.

With every gallop, the canyon shouts,

As power blooms and passion flouts.

She bends like reeds in a desert storm,

The essence of wild, relentless and warm.

As dusk descends, the stars ignite,

The queen stands tall, a beacon of light.

In the whirlwinds grasp, she finds her peace,

Where grace and strength will never cease.