Barrel-racing daydream gave birth to Cowboy Up! poetry
July 9, 2015
I was standing next to the fence watching a young girl riding her horse barrel-racing, speeding around the arena, kicking up dirt and smiling from ear to ear.
I thought, I want to do that. I want to be a rodeo-rider… and the first poem in Cowboy Up! came to me, right from that yearning.
Here’s a barrel racer many poems may be written about.