Cowboy Polo – WINNIN’!!!             by j elliott

Twas near end of last chucker ‘n’ the score had just tied, the ball again flyin’  – headin’ offside.

Home crowd was a-buzzin’ – startin to roar; visions of the team cup headin’ out the barn door.

They forgot one thing – important indeed; Jake was playin’ on Fizz – his trusty young steed.

Jake ‘n’ Fizz saw that ball movin’ fast for the line; quicker than lightnin’ hooves were a-flyin’.

Now the crowd – in a frenzy – rose to their feet, screamin’ ‘n’ yellin’ – not one in their seat!

Jake pulled back his mallet, swung a wide arc; Fizz sensed the urgency – headin’ fast to the mark…

In a blur of speed, a mere ten feet from the line; Jake swung at the ball hard – could they do it in time???

“CRACKKK!!!” like a tree splittin’ as contact was made; the crowd more frantic, close attention paid, as attack ‘n’ defense went on their raid…

Soon’s the ball left Jake’s mallet, Fizz swung round in a bound, sleek as a comet, steel covered ground…

Nearer the goal, an attack rider’s eyes, widened in terror, as he glimpsed ball commin’ – no room for error…

All followed that ball, that gleaming white sphere, as the crowd’s yellin’ ‘n’ screamin’ filled every last ear…

Every horse was strainin at break neck speed; some to assist, some to impede…

But Jake ‘n’ Fizz were out there in front; they were gonna make this goal – or take the full brunt…

Horses and riders were lathered ‘n’ sweatin’; hooves poundin’, dirt flyin’ – no room for bettin’…

“Go Fizz!!! Go Jake!!!” you could hear the crowd yell!  They’re gonna make it !!! They’re gonna make it!!! You could just tell…

Fizz trackin’ that ball ‘n’ closin’ awful fast… It was the last shot they had – Jake readied to give it a blast…

Fizz pinned his ears, runnin’ straight, true ‘n’ steady; felt Jake’s weight shift ‘n’ knew he was ready…

“CRACKKK!!!”  like a gunshot, Jake swung all he had in ‘ im; no ordinary hit – THIS ONE’S for WINNIN’!!!

The ball flew true, near too fast to be seen, past the lone outrider, whose paled, sweaty face, turned a sickly shade of green.

A horn sounded, declared the game over!!!  The home crowd jubilant ‘n’ wild! The visitors turned beaten – silent – sober…

Jake pulled Fizz up smartly, spun him on his heels;  Fizz danced ‘n’ jigged – THEY knew how WINNIN’ feels!!!