Bit by the Buckin’ Horse Bug: A Poem

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I was about two
Sit’n on dad’s old
Bridle hoss
He shook real hard
As a use’n cayuse
Will do

Some thing boiled
Within my guts
Churned my inner wheel
I reached with tiny
Chrome Spurs Buckin' Horse
To survive the storm

All I hit was rosettes
Just below
Dad’s horn
I rared back
Thrust an arm
At his tail

Sunny shook
A second time
More violent than before
I landed under
Our hitchin rail
Dad realizing I was hooked

When I jumped
Up to throw my hat
At ma up on the porch
I bowed to the crowd
Crooked grin
In play

Limped away
Lookin for another bronc
To be my prey

Poem by Shane Riley of J Bar D Canvas and Leather

Photo by Ember Sitton Photography

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About Savanna Simmons

I'm Savanna Simmons and I live north of Lusk, Wyoming, on the Four Three Ranch with my husband Boe and our sons, Brindle and Roan. I grew up evolving my horsemanship with clinicians like Ray Hunt, Joe Wolter, and Jack Brainard, but not within a...

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