My son wrote this and found it to be worth reading.

I say you won't do it.

So you set out to prove it.

I say you won't prove it, and then you do it.

I seem surprised,

and then water fills my eyes.

What's wrong? What have you done?

You rode a bull. Havent you won?

Maybe so, but now your gone.

Who cares about the ride. You didn't stay on.

Please come back, and talk to me again.

Please come back, my lovely friend.

Knowing you has been so amazing.

A fire of memories will forever be blazing.

Blazing in my heart, and in the trees.

Blazing in the yard, and in the seas.

Burning in the wind, and in the grass.

Heating the furnace where memories are cast.

I know you're in heaven, living with Jesus,

living for eternity, and living within us.

But I wish I could touch, see, and hear you.

But I can't. Because sooner or later, on the bull, your life you'd give.

You were living in the moment. Not knowing a moment was all you had to live.

I wrote this cuz I want to ride bulls, but if something was to happen. My family and friends would be the ones to pay for it. I hate that, but I'm still gonna ride bulls. Not just to prove that I can or to prove that I'm not afraid to, but because I watch all these guys ride bulls, and I know that thats where I need to be. I want to do it with a passion. But you can bet I'll always be thinkin about what's bound to happen, and what it'll do to my family when it does. Still..........I can't wait to ride bulls.

I want you all to know that Seth actually wrote this several months ago and he has since that time decided not ride bulls due to how it would leave his family. I am very proud of Seth! He is becoming quite the man and is learning to deal with impulses and selfish desires the way a man should. Some people live their whole lives and never learn that; so, here is to my son. A great poem, Seth!