my horse is my hero...and bestfriend without him my life would be so boring....a pony is what every little girl dreams of....a horse is a treasure....together we are as one...he has a big heart and gives me his all...he starts out strong and comes home hard.......he always greets me at the gate with a nicker and a neigh.........when running bareback in the open pasture....theres not a greater feeling than being able to fly with the wind in my hair.........hes my everything and i love him with all my heart...the only man worth my time.........he may knock down barrel and poles but he will never break my heart......

This goes out to my old man Moria Cuatro...aka Thistle....

Written by Nadia Schlicher

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       Im sitting in this old bar room...drowing you with every drop i drink........telling you to go to hell, but im just talking to myself.......I'm trying to teach my heart to hate you but it just aint working right......now im left here heartbroken......with one one to hold me tonight..........

Our love we had was good and true.............i never knew you would find somone new............I guess I could find somone new......but its so hard to forget you.........I guess im that easy to forget...............There is only one i can give my heart to...........you didnt want it and you broke it in two..............

a bunch of good looking cowboys just walked in........and i know they are looking for a one night romeo..............one asked me to dance........as im pressed up against him i just close my eyes and pretend its you.........

Written by Nadia Schlicher

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This is it thought the rider as she looked around at the other riders beside her. The times were though && hard to beat and the rider knew she had to run to fast and stay in her seat. This is a rodeo and all day while she waited for her event was thought about the perfect run as she sat by the fence. This was no ordinary rodeo it was the best of the best. As a little girl she dreamed of coming here and being seen she knows her time was up but never expected to be next when the accouncer said she was on deck. She walked into the arena Steadly.......took a deep breath.........and pointed her horses head to the first barrel and took off..........

The turn was good but not good enough, second barrel had to be fast and smooth as the turned she felt her horse in the groove. Running to the third barrel her horse pushed himself to the limit. She gave him a kick then a whip...........

The crowd was slient they knew it was good...the announcer lifted his hat, stood up and said "we have a new leader but a new arena record" tears came rolling down her face as the crowd stood up and cheered out her name.

written by Nadia Schlicher

Tags: Barrelracing Cowgirls Rodeo

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you think theres nothing to this game; three turns and a gallop is rather tame. one dresses nice, sits up straight; makes some circles and out the gate. well then you need to take a ride on a good horse. take a real good seat and a very firm grip; because you rin for quite a trip. You'll reach the first barrel running thirty five; when he drops his butt and seems to drive and changes directions in one heart beat; you'll be happy hes still on his feet. Oh! you're not finshed yet, that jerk you felt was him shifting gears. As your regain your balance and breath again hes bearing down on the second barrel. It's not easy as your about to learn; if you ride him through this second turn. Now your heading for number three, when he leaves there you will set him free. If you make the run you done well, and im sure that you can tell real barrel racing is a thrill requiring courage, and lots of skill

Written by Nadia Schlicher

Tags: Barrelracing Cowgirls Rodeo

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Living Life on the road, always on the go. Through the many lonely miles going to rodeos. Oh the stories that we have and the stories that we tell with the wins and the losses while on the rodeo trail. In the arena is where we try to make our name. This is our gloy and our chance at fame. Do we do it for the fans, or do we do it for ourselves, Or is it the fact that we our addicted? no one can ever tell. There is something deep within us all that tells us were a different breed we just have a different way of thinking and very different needs. It's that rush of adrenalin, the sounds, smells, sights. Everything that is part of rodeo and the Saturday  night lighs. It's that drive and the determation to be the best at that America sport that orginated in the west...Cowboys and Cowgirls they call us and we wear that name with pride. We will always love the sport until the day we die and we will be in that arena there in the sky

I heard this prayer at a rodeo....&& I decided to post on here because i liked it so much...hope yall enjoy it as well

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My heart was taken by you, broken by you and now it's in pieces because of you. Love is like falling down in the end you're left hurt, scared and a memory of it forever. You're the one who broke my heart, you're the reason my world fell apart, you're the one who made me cry yet I'm still in love with you and I don't know why. A million words would not bring you back I know because I tried. Neither would a million tears I know because I cried. Wanting him is hard to forget, losing him is hard to accept, but even with all the pain and hurt I've felt letting go is the most painful yet. Sometimes the memories are worth the pain. You have to hold your head up high, blink away the tears and say good-bye. People think it's holding on that makes us strong but sometimes it's letting go. I made a choice to finally let go because I can't stand the pain and it's time for my last tear, and smile again. I cried today not because I miss you or even wanting you, but to realize that I'm going to be ok without you. You always say you hate to see me hurt and to cry. So all those times you hurt me did you close your eyes? So for now on when you think of me just remember I could of been the best thing you ever had. Sometimes It's better to be alone no one can hurt you that way. The hardest thing about growing up is that you have to do what is right even if it means breaking a heart even it it's your own. Perhaps I saw what I wanted to see in him and made him to be more than he was. It's painful to say good-bye to someone you don't want to let go but it's even more painful to ask someone to stay if they never wanted to stay.

I wrote this about my ex boyfriend....&& how i felt..........

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This goes out my grandpa Walter Edward Leffler. The man we call cowboy.

He rode the range from dusk till dawn.  He loved the land. The Earth he used as his bed, His saddle as  Pillow, and the stars as a blanket. Everyone who knew him would call him friend. He was unique from the hat on his head to the boots on his feet. He could coward a man with one look from his eyes. He believed in hard work and the man from up above. His skin was like tanned leather from working in the blistering sun. There were lines on his face which no cold cream could take away. His hands were all calced harden by years of labor. He walked a little to the right. his legs were bowed to his knees but yet we could see him standing tall and proud. The day he died was a tear dropping day. But I know he didn't want us to cry for that he was in a better place with his loving wife. He took the name cowboy to his grave. He was a loving man who loved the land and his family. He was the man we all called cowboy

I wrote this in High School in memory of my Grandpa Walter Edward Leffler...RIP....

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The task is a tough one. Every cowboy knows its a win or lose situation.

But for this cowboy it's a dream come true. He straddles the 1000 pound Brahma inside the narrow shoot. The Brahma hes riding has never been ridin before and the cowboys call him TNT.  The cowboy  ties his hand to the bell rope secures it twice to make sure it's snugged and tight. With his free hand he pulls his hat down tight and arches it up in the air. and with the nod of his head the gate swings open,

TNT rages out of the shoot like a bad *** out of hell. Dirt and Dust flys in the air as TNT spins and bucks in the arena trying his best to get this cowboy off of his back. Snot flys out of TNT nose as he throws his head. But this ol cowboy is sticking with him and kicking him with his spur.  TNT is spinnin to the left and then changes directions and spins to the right. A move that throws most cowboys off. But this ol Cowboy is determined to ride this bull they call TNT.

The crowd stands on their feet cheerin for this cowboy. As he rides this 1000 pound bull for they knew that this time TNT will be defeated. The buzzard goes off the Crowd cheers. The cowboy dismounts. Throws his hat in the air for he knew that he made his dream come true. To be the first to ride TNT.

Written by Nadia Schlicher

Tags: BullRider Rodeo Cowboy

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 You were what I always wanted...you rushed things a little to fast....I remember when you first told me those three little words that are so over-rated......When  you looked at me and smiled and asked me if i felt the same.....Baby I lied.......At that point in time I didn't know what to expect......everything i did and said had an effect......I didn't love you but yet I wanted you in my life....I know that doesn't make any since...but baby if you gave it a little more time.....I wouldn't have to lie.....

Months went by and nothing really stayed the same.....I said "baby i'm sorry things didn't turn out this way" With teary eyes I knew it was wrong....telling the one I love goodbye....It was done and over with....what i did was foolish but I had to do what I thought at that time was best for me.....When I told you I didn't love you anymore..Baby I lied.....

It's been a year since I've seen him and deep down inside I still miss him.....looking back I knew that I once had the greatest thing that ever happend to me and I was foolish enough to throw it away.....I saw him just the other day...and he was with somebody new....a pretty little thing who doesn't know a thing......He asked me if I still cared...Holding back tears and smiling that smile...I took a sigh and nod my head....I asked him if I ever crossed his mind....he said every once in a while...He said not a day goes by that i don't think of you...when I'm holding her i pretend its you....I love you and want you back....He asked me if i wanted to give us another try...I lied....when he asked me if  I loved him....I lied....

I miss you and Love you dearly.....

written by yours truly....Nadia Schlicher

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