Oscar Robles

Rookie - 53 Points (Arizona)

Ropin - Poem by Oscar Robles

Remembering the times with my old friends
Traveling and roping just having a blast
No care in the world no rules to follow
Just making times to forever last
Traveling near to traveling far
Returning no earlier than dead of night
Creating havoc chasing buckle bunnies
To stopping at bars ending in bar fights
Oh the times of our wonderful youth
Creating new friends in every place
Chasing down those pesky steers
A five second run a two man race
The feel of a rope the feel of the reigns
The wind in your hair downing your hat
My Heart still yearns for this wonderful thing
For in the arena is where my Hearts at

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  • Gold Star - 35,597 Points Gajanan Mishra (7/6/2013 10:22:00 AM)

    carefree life is good life, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 18, 2013


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