Just A Country Girl

                                             I've walked down country roads
                                             and through winding trails
                                             built a playhouse in the woods
                                             and became tough as nails

                                            Ate fresh vegetables from a garden
                                            as fast as they could grow
                                            canned food in mason jars
                                            enough to last the winter snow

                                            Oh the patience of wash day
                                            became the whole day at the most
                                            clotheslines were hung a plenty
                                            and even on the fence posts

                            
                                             Picked blackberries in the summer
                                             jelly and jam making began
                                             the itching was so unpopular
                                             when the chiggers settled in

                                             Pieced quilt scraps together
                                             and learned from the very best
                                             patched holes in the knees of britches
                                             was the worst job, I do confess

                                             Milking time with the cow
                                             was an experience by far
                                             but that good homemade buttermilk
                                             was the best from the churn jar

                                   
                                            Carried in the night's wood
                                            and buckets of water from the spring
                                            being raised in a big family
                                            water and wood was a popular thing

                                           Playing hop scotch in the yard
                                           after the yard was swept clean
                                           never did have any grass
                                           no need for a mowing machine

                                           Counting stars and laying in a field
                                           on a country moon light night
                                           or watching the clouds form
                                           every imaginery shape in sight

                                       Talking country is my way
                                       and I may stand apart
                                       but I'm proud of my country roots
                                       and my big country heart

                                      I'm just a country girl
                                      that's all I've ever known
                                      cut from a country pattern
                                      born, bred and grown

                                     Susie Swanson

This is my very first poem that I posted and where Countrysidepoet got it's start. Hope you enjoy... Blessings, Susie