I am country
from the mud-slinging
adventures
to the stories I tell

Going to my best
friend’s house being downright
silly. Playing in the mud,
and getting rinsed off
with freezing cold water.

I am country
as quite as a mouse,
on Christmas Eve, but still
loud,
crazy, and
of course fun.
my beat , mellow,
to remain calm.
or bubbly, keeping
you on your feet.

I am country
on Friday night
wears boots and jeans.
who can’t get enough,
mud and fishing.

I am country
staying up late,
listening to the crackle
and sizzle of the fire.
taking and laughing
until the coals are gone.