Not a life for me

I was raised to be a horseless cowgirl I suppose

I know so much about that way of life, yet never really lived it

Grew up watching little house on the prairie

I held my own against two ruthless brothers

I watch shows on TV which portray what I imagine

I always asked for a horse for many years

Answer was always “no” they cost too much

Rode one once, not a life for me

Seeing all the hard work done around me

Not a life for me

I dated a few cowboys

Not a life for me

While it is an honest and heartfelt life

Not a life for me

Heidi Talbott

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