ODE TO MIDNIGHT
The Rodeo is over, the crowds are gone,
Challenges were met, trophies were won,
The stock is loaded and trucked away,
To another show and another day,
The gates are closed and locked, all is done.
The shadows grow long, the night is late,
When silence is broken with the crashing of a gate,
A swirl of silver dust dances into sight,
A snort of defiance, and there is Midnight,
The Champion Bronc, the bane of all riders fate.
As in life, this Phantom knows how to buck,
Sunfish and twist, rear back and duck,
Three jumps to shake a rider loose,
Down in the dust, maybe spittin' a tooth,
An cussin' his name and the draw of bad luck.
This Phantom appears unexpectedly now and again,
A reminder to riders, don't brag too loudly on your gains,
For the steed who was seldom rode,
Riders will recall, they can all be throwed,
So Remember Midnight, non have topped his fame.
Copyright F.Facer 2006
