The Magic of the Moment
Snorting to tell me he is ready to run
I know now that the time has come;
To sit a little straighter
And to ride a little harder.
Eagerly chomping at the bit Kota reminds me
Sit tall, smile, and be pretty.
I proudly carry the Montana flag
For"the land of the free and the home of the brave."
Anxious to go, I shift my weight.
What time is it? Are they running late?
Then thunderous clapping emits from the stands
The flag shaking in my nervous hand.
Suddenly a voice rings loud and familiar
"Ms. Kenzie Larsen, let's fly some color."
Kota's prancing reminds me to sit deep in the saddle,
The rodeo arena reeking of cattle.
Northwest Montana Pro Rodeo Princess I am,
Smiling as the children wave their little hands.
The gate clicks open and swings with ease;
Suddenly I remember how to breathe.
Quietly chuckling I realize,
This is the magic of the moment through a cowgirl's eyes.
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