It takes a special kind of person to tolerate a country boy.
The hunting, the friends, and all the toys.
Our wives stay at home while we are on the pursuit,
if we take them off, they put up with our muddy boots.
They don't say anything when the guys drop by,
and they even fix our favorite fruit pies.
A Country Gal is an amazing combination
of etiquette, gardening and education.
A mixture of laughter, motor oil and her daddy's tobaccer'
of saddle soap and rocking chair shellacer.
A Country Girl can ride a horse,
operate a tractor and still be an attractive force.
We men of rural descent
should truly appreciate what God has sent.
So on this Valentines I must express
my love for my woman in the sundress.
The woman who washes my dirty ole socks,
and loves me even after whiskey on the rocks.
I love you more and more each day,
and hope you have had a Great Valentine's Day.
I want to tell the stories and poems of a country boy. I want outsiders to understand the rural lifestyle, and our ways. We're not just farmers, cattlemen, rednecks, hunters, or cowboys. We are all of the above. These are my poems and stories and I hope some enjoyment and laughs can be taken from them.
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Saturday, February 12, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Christmas Day Duck Hunting

A young lady was looking and searching for her missing spouse.
He was nowhere to be found or so she thought,
because he had snuck out early trying not to get caught.
He must satisfy an addiction he cannot shake.
Tis the tedious pursuit of the Mallard Drake.
If he comes back with a limit or empty handed,
it will not matter, for he will be remanded.
There will be cleaning and cooking for him to do.
Presents to wrap and coco to brew.
No hunting will happen for the next couple days,
Unless it gets right, then hell he will pays.
His wife will be mad and shout, But if the ducks are flying, he’ll never miss out.
Merry Christmas!
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