poems

The Bullrider
You ride the wild bull like a champion knight
You tie your hand and hold on with great might
Never knowing if you will die or be the champion
You have to ride every ride as your last
This creature has rage and he tried to throw you,
he throws you and throws you but you will not give in,
He has wisdom but you have to ride, for him it's annoyance.
For you a great pride, then finally you go flying
through the air to land in the dirt with incredible flare,
people are in awe they do no know what to say,
For they got to see you bullride today!

By Joyce Henness