On the Go
 
One day when I was on the go
I stopped to watch a rodeo.
 
I'd settled in to eat a dog
an' watch bull riders play leap frog.
 
The sun was hot, the soda cold
the roper's arms would not unfold.
 
I must confess I nodded some
started wondering why I'd come.
 
Then a bronc came out to play
cowboy number 8 on him, bound to stay.
 
He wore a necktie and a starched shirt
that seemed to tell he would not hit the dirt.
 
What a ride, the crowd yellin' too
they jumped in sync till 8 was through.
 
With a flying dismount he disengaged
and announcer Hawkeye Henson paged
 
an artist of the first degree.
Glad I was there so I could see.
©Steve Dirksen