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I hung with the
bullriders when I was young,
Then I took my first ride, and the trap had been sprung.
As soon as I felt that adrenaline rush,
I became as addicted as any poor lush.
My friend, Jimmy, was hooked just the same as I was.
We were hell-bent to ride till the ride-endin' buzz.
No matter what happened, we went back for more,
While rackin' up injuries hard to ignore.
The bulls lured us on when we knew we should quit,
But adrenaline rush told us broken bones knit.
We'd been stepped on and stomped on, and chased
to the fence.
The pleasure we found in it didn't make sense. |
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Though adrenaline rush brought us bullridin' thrills,
The little we won hardly paid doctor's bills.
I'd had breaks and concussions and some so severe,
Even now I have spells when my mind's not so clear.
Jimmy broke jaw and ribs and had back surgery.
I'd have to guess Jimmy'd been hurt worse'n me.
But we kept on a ridin'; we just couldn't stop.
We almost believed we'd come out on top.
"You betcha," we'd say. That expression proved true.
Turned out we bet lives, and a payment came due.
We'd no sense of death lurkin' the night Jimmy died,
His chest crushed by the bull he'd been tryin' to ride.
Grandstanders who'd cheered only moments before,
Now sat in stunned silence, both sick and heartsore.
I knew in the moments that followed the hush
That at age twenty-one I was done with the rush.
Jimmy's buried in Texas, a long ways from here,
When I think of him now,I can't hold back a tear.
Is adrenaline rush ever worth such a cost?
No, not when you're grievin' a person you've lost.
What bothers me most about the whole tragedy--
I held our two tickets. He drew his from me.
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About The Author, JANE
MORTON |
Jane Morton's poems and stories are connected to
her family and the ranch they've owned near Fort Morgan, Colorado since
l9l5. During that time it grew from a 320-acre beet farm to a l4,000
acre cow/calf operation. After she married she taught school and
published ten children's books. All those years she and her husband
were involved in the ranch and ranch activities--branding, roundups, and
cattle sales. Her dad had one man on the payroll. Otherwise the family
did it all.
She is the author of ten published children's books and in recent
years has been writing about the ranch as she knew it and performing
at cowboy poetry gatherings throughout the West. For
three times in a row she was nominated by the Academy of Western Artists as
the female poet of the year.
Her new book,
"COWBOY POETRY, Turning To Face The Wind", was published by
Cowboy Minor Publications. It won the 2004 Will Rogers
Medallion Award from the Academy of Western Artists, the Glyph award
from the Arizona Booksellers, a WILLA finalist award for poetry from
Women Writing The West , and the Fred Olds award from Westerners
International. She was one of fifty performers invited to perform as a
Featured Poet at Elko, Nevada in January 2005.
Her poem,
"Branding", is included in The Big Roundup , an anthology. Jane
Morton's poems
have appeared in, "The Fence Post", "Wyoming Companion", "Colorado
Country Life", and "Cowboy Magazine". Her poem "Seein'
Santa" is featured on "Charlie Russell's Stagecoach"
http://www.charlierussell.org/seeinsantjmorton.htm . She
was named Poet Lariat Laureate on
http://www.cowboypoetry.com
Jane and her husband, Dick, live in Black Forest, Colorado in the
summer and in Mesa, Arizona in the winter.
You can contact Jane by email.
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