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Thursday, November 4, 2010

Wanna Be Cowgirl

Her shirt is shiny to match her boots, true country people are not her roots.

Can't ride a horse, doesn't know how. Never had the experience of milking a cow.

Tight, tight jeans and a little name belt, a silver buckle and a hat made of felt.

Howling coyotes dangle from her ears, she drives and dreams as sunset nears.

Doesn't own a ranch, but wishes she did, had these thoughts since she was a kid.

Driving her truck and pretending to be. Shes a "wanna be cowgirl", don't you see?

Someday a cowboy will make her his wife, then she can have a real cowgirl's life.

The babies start to come, she must grow up, give up her jeans and the pick-up truck.

Trade the shiny shirt for a little housedress, get busy cooking and clean up the mess.

She'll save the belt to prove her size, as she gets larger around the thigs.

Now she is minding her grandchildren, telling this story, shes a "wanna be cowgirl" in all her glory.

Pauline Lieck


Toon said...

Very nice. I can see this acted out in a music video.

jack69 said...

I've loved this one since you gave me a preview. I can't help but think there is some self-merging into this poem.

I love it, and know it does fit many a young lady who just wants to be a cowgirl. Thanks for running it on your blog.

Anonymous said...

I think you are much more of a cowgirl than that.

Shirl 72 said...

Paula you write good poems, and also a very
interesting blog. I love it when you write
about he turtles and cute Shelly Marie.


Fernan said...

Wonderful, just wonderful.

Oh how we all must grow up. I was thinking along these lines just a few days ago.

Martha (MM) said...

When are you going to put all these little beauties into a book - I'll be the first in line to buy it :-)

Lori said...

I love your poems!