I Want To Be a Cowgirl

I want to be a cowgirl
With the feather in my felt hat
And spurs that jingle as I walk. 

I want to be a worker
With the evidence in the cracks on my hands, the dirt on my upper lip
And the burn of the wind on my cheeks. 

I want to be a gypsy
Chasing white lines
And calves I’ll only catch half the time. 

I want to be a renegade
Riding the wind
And the worn out suede seat of a seasoned saddle. 

I want to be a friend
To the greatest gift known to man
The one I bridle each day. 

I want to be a giver
Of heart and helping hand
To those who need more and have less. 

I want to be a learner
Of failure, fortune, and wisdom
Of humility and humanity. 

I want to be a feeler
Of defeat, victory, and vulnerability
And everything in between which contributes to the experience of living. 

I want to be a lover
Of the Lord, life, and the people in it
And not of the things I don’t have. 

I want to be a cowgirl
And all the things that go with her
From the horse to the heart. 

-PR