Didn’t I want to be that starlet in some cowboy’s eyes?
Didn’t I want to be that wife on the range, hanging my clothes on the line, canning everything from my garden, and culling my own chickens?
Didn’t I want to be that wife who wore boots, jeans, and worked hard keeping our home?
Didn’t I want to raise little cowboys and cowgirls who knew how to ride and farm, and mend a fence?
Didn’t I want to have family dinners and big holiday gatherings?
Didn’t I want to be the matriarch, taking my place behind my own momma?
Didn’t I weep over knowing there was more past the horizon, and the pulling toward my country roots?
Didn’t I walk barefoot on the hot sand road and feel the wind wrap itself around and through my very soul?
Didn’t I want something simple? Natural?
Didn’t I want to be of the earth and not just on it?
Didn’t I?
About the Creator
Diana Penn
Sinner being saved by grace. People Helper. Artist - photography, digital art, dabbler of words, creator of stuff. Weather nerd. Army Veteran. Mom of 3. Wife of 1.
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Your writing skills are truly impressive. I loved it.
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