From Cowboys to Cities

I grew up where the fence posts lean. Boots in dust

and skies serene. Creek water cooled my summer skin. Life was slow, but thick with

kin. I wrote my dreams with calloused hands. Built barns and

broke in stubborn land. But the cattle thinned, the work ran

dry. So I chased the skyline, said goodbye. I wore denim

like a second skin. Danced in barns, not clubs with gin.

Daddy taught me how to weld. Mama prayed when storms rebelled. Now,

I'm chasing dreams in neon halls. Coffee cups and conference calls. But I keep