Baxter Black

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 This is a line out of "Legacy of a rodeo man" by baxter black

In the seconds that tick slowly 'til he climbs upon his back
Each rider faces down the fear that makes his mouth go slack
And cuts his guts to ribbons and gives his tongue a coat
He swallows back the panic gorge that's risin' in his throat


I am jealous about this whole poem, but this line stands out because It describes the fear of riding a bull.  but that is not it, he even made the poem rhyme which is something that I find very difficult to do.