WHEN I WAS A YOUNGUN
By Donna Penley When I was a youngun, I thought I was invincible; “God forbid”, my daddy said “you’d do anything close to sensible!” There wasn’t any cayouse I was afraid to ride; Tried to rope the biggest stock -- yes, I said I tried! As I advanced to my teen years, there was a lot of work to do; But, my brother and I had our games we played, and that helped to get us through. Our trail boss was our Daddy. He had a strong but guiding hand; Showed us things we’d have to know, to protect our earth and land. Then came my college years, and I went back to stupid; Cracked the books a lot, but saved out time for cupid. Married me an engineer, one who designed aircraft; He thought he could tame this girl, but pardner, he was daft! I took all I could of the city life, then bid it all goodbye; In looking back on those early years, I guess I didn’t try To make the most of what I had -- but I yearned for the land, And open spaces saved just for me by my daddy’s loving hand. Folks say my face has “character”, but I’ll give you all a guess, They’re being nice, ‘cause after years of wind and sun, I’d say it’s just a mess! But I got what I wished for -- open spaces to run free -- and All those years of livin’ that turned that youngun into me! Copyright Protected
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AuthorDonna Penley is a Cowgirl Poet with deep Kansas roots who has been writing cowboy poetry for over twenty five years. She is a real Cowgirl and an ex-barrel racer. Archives
March 2017
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