Most dont know
how it truley feels
to be lost in the babaling
of a creek by the field.
Most dont know
how to stick boat race
or the joy it brings
to a little childs face.
Most dont know
how it truley feels
to be lost in the moment
of a medow and field.
Most dont know
how you could possibly spend
six hours with a pole,
worms, and just a good ol friend.
Most dont know
the difference between
ridin a horse
and ropin a steed.
Most dont know
just how good it feels
to live in a place
with home cooked meals.
I may not be able
to drive my truck in three lanes
but i come from a place
even the crickets know my name.
A contest entry
- All the cowgirls shakin' their sassafras ~ Holler Back ~ Down Home Poetry (open now to PWs) by Xianaria.
900 points, ended December 7, 2008, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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Haha, loved this! So real yet it's a great piece of poetry. Nice job. Congrats on the HM. :-)
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Thank you for entering ~
The last stanza brought a smile to my face. I come from the city, but now live in a small mountain town. I'll take the quiet roads over crowded highways any day. Nicely done.
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Im the same way. I used to live in a place where you were 3 miles from your closest neighbor, but now I live in Ft. Campbell, and its a big difference. I'll take the crickets over the loud cars any day as well!! Thanks for the HM!
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This actually ...
isn't bad, aside from the misspellings. I see you're new here. Hopefully you'll make friends and stay a while.
Good luck with your writing.
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Haha,
"I may not be able
to drive my truck in three lanes
but i come from a place
even the crickets know my name."
- - aint that the truth.
This is really good, I liked it.
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This is so true and real - I love the final stanza, and the strong identification with place.
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