Growing Up Country (Poem)

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GROWING UP COUNTRY ~ (Poem)

Back roads bending left and right,

Swerving like our Friday nights.

Gravel flying, dust trails, lights.

All us country kids living up a Saturday right.

Swimming holes, porch swings, the local lemonade stand.

Horse back, bare back … we are the #keepingitcountry brand.

Country life has shaped us right.

Bicycles, helmetless, no mamas full of fright.

We played in puddles barefoot,

We chased in potato sacks.

We’d gather up our friends,

And head into the woods with our backpacks.

Mama didn’t worry,

and Dad didn’t swear.

We all grew up country

And went to the county fair.

Kids these days they’re liv’n inside of their phone,

Wondering where the ‘living’ is when they’re living all alone.

Locked up in bedrooms playing with their video games.

Sorta makes us country folk think their technology is to blame.

We all scratch our heads and think, “Go! … get out and play”.

As we reflect back on our lives, that have shaped us to this day.

Back roads bending left and right,

Swerving like our Friday nights.

Gravel flying, dust trails, lights.

All us country kids living up a Saturday right.

~ for all the country kids out there!

~ L. Davis, The Poet Farmer

#keepingitcountry

#thepoetfarmer

 

 

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