Cowboy Poet

I’m a cowboy poet

I am the real thing

I respect life, God and family

These workworn boots on my feet

Are not some Nashville affectation

And the Wrangler© jeans I wear are not

A fashion statement to make me

Look like some type of sexy outlaw

For your late night dreams and desires

My big white hat protects my head and eyes

From the hot Texas sun

While I do the work

Generations of my family have done

I do not wear it to support an image

Or to project a fantasy that has no basis in fact

My silver belt buckle was fairly won

A result of years of riding, roping and competing

In rodeos throughout the land

It was not purchased from a trendy shop on Broadway

I am a fifth generation Texan

I am the real thing

I know my way around horses, cattle and guitars

I love and respect the ladies and my mama and papa

The palms of my hands are rope calloused

And my fingertips show the markings of

Hours of playing music and pressing chords

I am strong

I am proud

I love hard and true

I am a cowboy poet

I am the real thing

- Julie O'Hara 2023

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