Monday, May 20, 2013

She Always Wanted to be a Cowgirl

She was five when she got her first 
hat, it was made of straw 
and folded just so

touched her first horse 

on that same day
knew right then she wanted to stay

out along the trails sitting atop
her faithful stead herding cattle
to and from the open fields

lounging on the backdoor stoop
sharing stories with the hired hands
laughing ‘till the sun went down.

Singing songs ‘round the campfire
using her voice to belt a tune
‘bout coyotes howling at the moon.

She always wanted to be a cowgirl
and live out on the open range
where daily chores kept her 
hands busy 

and men were strong and knew
how to make a girl happy
skies scattered with starlight. 

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