I wrote that poem in first grade and forgot it for 17 years, then asked my God to bring it back.
That cowgirl was out in the field,
Sitting her thighs high up on the fence!
Where the wheat hands out its yield,
Without any kind of pretense!
The winds blew through her hair,
And blush blew the cheeks of her face!
She smiled as she sat there,
Contentedly watching the race!
The stirrups flew off of the horse,
And the rider followed its suit!
Just when she thought that it could not get worse,
Then the man lost his boot!
Off the fence she jumped,
To help him out from under the cow!
She just felt really pumped,
So she took a little bow!
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About the Creator
Sarah Parish
I believe in symbiosis, and that there is a singular dominant God of the universe,
Also, the love poems are dedicated to my husband, and the rest are dedicated to my family!
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