Interpret however you want

Barrel Racer

She learned to ride
without a saddle
on a chestnut mare
hands wrapped in mane
falling off
and getting back up again

A young cowboy
at the rodeo found her
and she married him

On the day I wore red
he went home
to take care of those white horses

She's rounding the last barrel
mad that her horse is failing
but I can see that young cowboy
waiting at the end
to hold her horse
help her down
kiss her and take her home