New Horse
Roped my new horse and saddled him up
Put on his bridle and stepped into the stirrup
When my butt hit the saddle he started to buck
He was trying his best to get me unstuck
There was steam from his nostrils
He started spinning in circles
There was fire in his eyes
When his back started to rise
with a twist and a turn he had me defeated
I grabbed for the horn and tried to stay mounted
He changed his direction and bucked extra high
The big devil had gotten his wish and I started to fly
Up through a cloud and into a tree
I know now why this big horse was free
By Mike Francis
Copyright © Mike Francis | Year Posted 2011
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