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White Sulphur Springs Public Schools 2004

White Sulphur Springs, MT

(No Rules)
by Alicia Marie - 6th Grade

When you first come out of the gate,
You feel like your going to fall,
The horns almost hit you in the face,
And the buck makes you feel tall,

Your hat falls off your head,
Your left arm is flying everywhere,
The ride is nothing like a bed,
You get hurt, you need a lot of care,

The bull's eyes are blaring with hate,
The dust is flying in your mouth,
The bull almost rams into a gate,
Then the bull falls toward the South,

The bull's buck jerks you around,
Your fingers become loose on the rope,
You hear the bull making its snorting sound,
While judges are watching you with their scope,

It's hard to last those eight seconds at ride,
Nearly falling off half the time,
And trying to kick the bull in the side,
All you can say is at least I took a try.
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Cow Dog Way
by Robin  - 7th Grade

Chasin' cows is what they do,
With a farmer all of the day.
24-7 and all day through,
This is the cow dog way.

First they get up at the crack of dawn,
Then they head out to the farm.
They are so busy they can't even yawn,
But end up down at the barn.

At 12:00 they come in for lunch,
For the dog it's Kibbles and Bits.
The Mrs. of course was out at brunch,
So the farmer ate some sausage and Ritz.

Next to the sheep pen is where they go,
with a bale of hay in hand.
In the Marchy weather, they leave tracks in the snow,
It is Nowhere near time to brand.

At a quarter to nine their work is done,
they both worked hard all day.
Some of this work, of course, was fun,
But this is the Cow Dog way.
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Goats
by Sarah  - 8th Grade

My sister has this goat,
Oh my God, she just won't die.
she really loves this thing,
And sometimes I wonder why.

She was born in early spring,
And was close to dead.
Robin brought her in and cleaned her,
And put Scooter in her bed.

She lived in our house,
And thought she a dog.
She chased the cows, befriended a sheep,
And followed Robin on her jogs.

When summer came she moved outside,
And lived out in our yard.
We built her a fence, a horse, and a toy,
And had the dogs for her bodyguards.

Later that summer she moved with the goats,
And they didn't get along.
She didn't listen and follow them,
So she didn't really belong.

The next March she had some kids,
Two of them, as a matter of fact.
One was Becky and the other Gracie,
And were pretty cute to be exact.

Along the way poor Gracie died,
It was a tragic end.
While Becky baby-sat her Mom,
And had Ginger for a friend.

Her favorite place to catch some shade,
Was under our pickup truck.
Dad jumped in and pulled away,
And ran her over, with her luck.

She didn't die, to bad for me,
But hurt her hip real bad.
She has a problem walking,
But she doesn't seem too sad.

Robin couldn't show her,
in the 4-H Fair.
She did pretty good with Becky,
So I don't think Robin cared.

The next year Scooter tried
to have a baby boy.
Robin was upset,
So that really was a joy.

She had to have a C-section,
for a goat you never do.
But with a crying owner who was saying,
What if that was you?

So 12:00 that morning,
They headed to the vet.
Robin in the passenger seat,
Sleeping I would bet.

The bad news is the baby died,
And Scooter, a little sick.
She was shaved and stapled up,
And all you could say was "ick".

Scooter is still alive,
Though I wonder why.
She should have died so many times,
I wonder if she'll ever die.

Maybe someday she will die,
But I don't know what I'll do.
Who will I pick and complain about?
They're out there some place, but who?
*******
Roses in Bloom

by Tami  - 12th Grade
Music by TJ Casey

I look at the changing tides of the sea
The changes happening inside of me,
All of these, changes whirl like a typhoon
I am a rose about to bloom

Chorus
Roses in Bloom, Roses in Bloom,
The beauty that came from a whirling typhoon,
Roses in Bloom, Roses in Bloom,
Without love from friends, my rose will fade soon.

No matter what life might throw my way
I will treasure the thorns at the end of the day,
When I look back on the pain of it all
There, I see, the most beautiful bud of all.

Chorus

To touch the rose unfearful is to meet the thorn,
Cuts me deep and leaves me torn.

Chorus
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