Is Dylan a Bucking Bronco?
Dylan was horse, who lived happily on a farm.
He thought he was a rodeo horse, but his owner had other plans.
His owner loved him dearly and showed him oft’ she could.
He stepped in tune to the dressage beat, but dancing was not his due.
All would go well for a bit until…Dylan would decide to fly.
He tossed his owner to and fro but still she hung on tight.
He kicked and reared and spun around, his owner looked a fright.
He stopped as quickly as he started, everything was calm.
The owner was quite shaken up, her hair was mussed and clothes all twisted.
Quickly she dismounted and shook her finger sternly.
“Dylan you are not a bucking bronco!” is all that she could muster.
The handler took him from her hands and brushed him through and through.
She snickered softly, chastising him, and hoped he’d had enough that day.
Out to the pasture they did walk until….Dylan decided to buck!
He jumped and kicked and cracked the lead, the handler holding tight.
He tried to shake from the rope , but she held with all her might.
He stopped as soon as he started and gave his head a shake.
“That was fun!” he was thinking as they slowly continued their walk.
The handler was quite shaken, but she couldn’t let him know.
“You’re not a bucking bronco, Dylan! You’ve got to understand.”
She shook her head and opened the gate to let her charge go.
A foal was watching all excited, and asked her mama dear,
“Is Dylan a bucking bronco?” His mama answered slow…
“No my little one, he is not, but his dream is to be a bronc, not a dancer.”
Dylan heard them talking as he entered the pasture land.
The mama said, “We best watch out. He has that glimmer in his eye!”
No sooner had she spoken, when Dylan spun around.
He bucked and kicked, just tearing up the ground.
He may not star in the rodeo, but he has fun when he plays.
Life will not take him to the stampede grounds, but his dream will always be.
Stompin’ and kickin’, twistin’, turnin’ in the air.
A bucking bronco most extraordinaire.