A Taste of My Rainbow
By Amanda

Poetry:
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Picture this . . .

You pull the glove on your riding hand and settle onto the back of the bull, inching up into the rope, knees in, toes out, shoulders square . . . you take a deep breath, then the chute gate swings open. The bull blows out, spins, dips, kicks, thrusts, and spins again . . . trying its hardest to throw you off. The arena whirls around you as if it is a hurricane and you are the eye of the storm. The cheering crowd is a blur of faces. You cling to the bull . . . wondering if you’ll make it to the buzzer . . .

Well, that’s kind of how I feel right now. I’m just kind of holding on for dear life and waiting for the buzzer to let me know when I can get off this wild ride.

Written 06/99 by Night Angel
Questions?

Open your eyes . . .
look into your heart . . .
who do you see?

Is it the girl you are with . . .
in your heart . . .
or is it the woman you dream of being with?

Which one should it be . . .
why are you with one . . .
when you dream of someone else?

Are you afraid of being alone . . .
or are you afraid of being with . . .
the one you dream about?

Does she act wild . . .
too wild for you to handle . . .
does she have more experience then you?

Have you looked her in the eye . . .
and told her how you feel about her . . .
or asked her how she feels about you?

You might be surprised by the answers . . .
if only you would ask the right questions . . .
just remember it never hurts to ask!

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