I AM Poems

I am a barrel racing blonde
I wonder how this will turn out
I hear the calm whisper of the patient wind
I see the dirt roll in heaps as we turn
I want to beat and succeed
I am a barrel racing blonde

I pretend it's only Mocha and I
I feel the heat linger on her sweaty neck
I touch the leather saddle horn for a brief second
I worry this last turn will be too narrow
I cry on the inside because my fear came true
I am a barrel racing blonde

I understand everyone has their good and bad days
I say "it's just one little thing that won't happen next time"
I dream of the perfect race
I try to beat my record
I hope I will persevere
I am a barrel racing blonde