BETTY AND THE BEAST

Pounding hoofbeats, the cadence of my heart

Nervousness creeps up to my ears, they burn

My horse, dancing, nervous, anxious to start

Flared nostrils, frothed mouth, he knows it's his turn

Crackling through the loudspeaker, my name

I pick up my reins as we near the gate

It's only the rush, no fortune, no fame

Upon the first barrel, ready to rate

Push past the second, forgetting to breathe

My horse knows his job, he’s loose in my hands

Backside of the third, I let him go free

A short lived thrill is what this sport demands

Short lived indeed, in fact it was our last

Companionship to this day unsurpassed