Tuff Poetry
This Cowboy's A Champion
--Slightly faded with a crease are cowboy jeans,--
--And a crisp starched shirt of a cowboy as over the fence he leans.----With spurs strapped to his boots and wearing customized chaps,--
--He's getting a hand from the guys with the rope he adjusts, perhaps.----As he straddles the chute and mounts the bull to ride just under,--
--defying the space, come sounds of rumbling thunder.--
--With leather glove on hand packed tight as the hat on his
head--
--Take a breath and to the gatekeeper nods quickly the go ahead.----The rowels of his spurs add music as the crowd seem in song,-
--"Ride 'em cowboy, ride 'em,--
--As his ride nears eight second long.----Timing in style, as he scores in at first place.--
--Waves to the crowd with a smile on his face.----At time with this glory bring memories of Lane,--
--the happy go likely guy, then the grief and the pain----This cowboy's a champion, and he's been there before,--
--He'll keep on ridin', till he just can't ride no more.----Butting heads with Bodacious for him wasn't enough,--
--For this cowboy is like his name. This cowboy is Tuff!--By Tara McCowen
Three Ain't Enough
He's been around for awhile now,
and he's got what it takes.
The man rides because he loves it,
Not just for the money he makes.
He rides with pride and confidence,
But he's also rode with pain.
He was with him in Cheyenne,
The day that we lost Lane.
Houston, Denver, and Del Rio,
He's ridden at them all.
When it's time for the short-go,
It's always him that's standing tall.
After that 8th round of the finals,
They said his career was over.
But he's healthy and riding bulls again,
And he's standing in pretty high clover.
After ten straight trips to Vegas,
Three world buckles ain't enough.
His given name is Richard,
But everybody calls him Tuff.
By Tim Bailey
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