Barrel Racer
She tightens her saddle one last time
She's ready to go, ready to ride
Her palomino mare snorts and paws roaring to run
The buzzer sounds, now its on
Down the middle veering right
She makes the turn, the crowd ignites
On to the second whippin' her hard
The barrel tips but doesn't go far
One more to go, she's clenching her teeth
'Round she goes she can't be beat!
On the home stretch, kickin' up dust
Through the gate she goes
She's the number one
Copyright © Logan Holliday | Year Posted 2015
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