The anticipation of the roaring crowds can be heard for miles.
One hour, 30 minutes, 15 minutes.... BOOM!
The loud bangs as the metal gates slam open.
Like a bowling ball making a strike.
The nervous gasps of the crowd vibrating through the air.
The massive beast approaches.
The sound of gravel scratches against the metal fences, that
separate those who watch, and those who dare.
For a spilt second I fear for my life.
The rider falls.
The rodeo clown races to do his job.
The cowboy brushes dust from himself,
And limps away.
Maidson
age 12
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