Just a country girl kicking around the dirt roads taking pictures of trees, gates, animals. cactus, and anything else that strikes my un-fancy mind. You are welcome to take a look and come back if you like.
Wednesday, June 20, 2018
Happy Grazing
It's happy grazing,we've had showers the last few days and don't even have the air conditioner on. It's great after being so hot and dry.
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.
A howling coyote dangling 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, She’s 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 dreams and the pick-up truck.
Trade the shiny shirt for a little housedress, Get busy cooking and clean up the mess.
She’s save the belt to prove her size, AS she gets larger around the thighs.
Now she is minding her Grandchildren, telling this story, She’s a “Wanna be Cowgirl” in all her glory.
Paula said I could use this and some other poems. I used some in my book "Toby's Tales", She was so pleasant. I wondered what happened toward the end, and hoped to ask her on our next trip thru San Anton, but she left us. YOu can fall in love on the net, because Sherry and I fell in love with Pauline. jack DArnell over t the Shipslog
I am so glad you are getting some wonderful rain!
ReplyDeleteI was fixing to comment on how pleasant they looked in the heat! Sherry says send some of the showers this way. LOL
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Isn't it? I have only the fan going. No a/c but the hiuse is muggy with so much moisture. You're probably a lit cooler up north.
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ReplyDeleteBy Pauline Lieck
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.
A howling coyote dangling 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,
She’s 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 dreams and the pick-up truck.
Trade the shiny shirt for a little housedress,
Get busy cooking and clean up the mess.
She’s save the belt to prove her size,
AS she gets larger around the thighs.
Now she is minding her Grandchildren, telling this story,
She’s a “Wanna be Cowgirl” in all her glory.
Paula said I could use this and some other poems. I used some in my book "Toby's Tales", She was so pleasant. I wondered what happened toward the end, and hoped to ask her on our next trip thru San Anton, but she left us. YOu can fall in love on the net, because Sherry and I fell in love with Pauline.
jack DArnell over t the Shipslog
WE miss you lady.......
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