Treasure Island

Jimmie Waters


Make An Eight


If the good lords a-willin’, and the creek don’t rise.
Ill bare down and make an eight second ride.
But if I fail to make that ride, ill still hold my head up high,
And draw that bronc another time.
Well the good lord was a-willin’
He was on my side.
I got to draw that bronc for a re-ride.
I looked that old mare straight in the eyes,
And said im going to make one hell of a ride.
Well I sat down on that buck-skin mare
Stuck my hand in my riggin
And pulled my hat down over my ears.
Well she bailed outa there like she was on fire.
My dual-rals were a clicking
As she jumped higher
She bucked to the left
She bucked to the right
But I stuck it to her with all my might.
Well I went the full eight but I wanted more,
So I just juiced her til the pickup man said no more.
So I bailed off,
Threw my hat in the air.
And had one hell of a grin
From ear to ear.

Submitted: Sunday, April 21, 2013
Edited: Monday, April 22, 2013
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I wrote this poem when i was twenty two years old, from expierience of life on a farm. This is life lesson shown by my old mare, if you get bucked off, you can always get back upand try again. If you want to go further, go further, nothings stopping you. Theres always a second chance. And you know you will be happy when it happens.

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