Growing g up country

Growing up country

My real childhood, at least , what I can remember

Was with my step father, a bonafide cowboy,

I grew up on a 14,000 acre cattle ranch

My favorite horse, and my dog, were my greatest toys.

I was schooled in hard work, and perseverance

And I got paid every night at the dinner table

I pretty much got everything I ever wanted

A no nonsense approach kept me ready and able.

I worked hard to prove myself

And somehow make my father proud of me

Although I would never actually hear it

I know he was proud of the “tomboy” he made of me

I wouldn’t change my childhood for anything

It’s the reason, I’m who I am, today

I feel blessed God chose this particular childhood for myself

It was a gift from above, as daddy would say

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Childhood writing prompt entry

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Write a rhyming poem about your childhood. It can be good or bad, happy or sad.
No more than 20 lines.
No free verse.

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