Down Home Girl
I’m just a good old country girl
with a country brain.
I like to watch it snow
and I like to walk in the rain.
From the breeze I can hear a sweet refrain
guess I got country pure and plane.
My family are from country roots
I grew up wearing high top boots.
Overalls and flannel shirts I wore
God put country in my core.
I write the things that come to my mind
in sophistication I was left behind.
Those twenty dollar words don’t fit my pen
To write a Sonnet where do I began?.
These forms torture a word ‘till it’s a sin
Some poems even stop before they begin.
So I will write my country verse
could get better, could get worse.
I’ll write about the Mountains and the Sea
And the Man above who holds the Key.
I won’t correct what I think is wrong
every writers words are his own.
When our words are history
there will be more found lacking than me.
Adding your comment:
The "purists" might say its not a Sonnet because its not iambic pentameter but I could care less. How many would even know? Those folks have no emotion in their poetry because they are so limited in word choice. If it flows, it goes as far as I'm concerned. Nice to meet you Ruby... Scott 
