Spirit Of The West Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Spirit Of The West



Cowboys riding in the Phoenix desert, being thrown from bucking bulls here behind Outlaws.

Little children in the mutton bronc's, holding on for dear life, getting thrown in spite of how tightly they hold on.

Slipping, hanging sideways, determined to not give up, but
ending up falling to the ground.

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