Sonnet of a Redneck Poet

NaPoMo entry 08 04/08/2024

Hell yeah, I’m a redneck; I do not deny.

But I’m the best man that I can be.

Married a farm girl; what a lucky guy.

Poor girl was seemingly made just for me.

 

The American west driven by car;

No other place than I’d rather be.

The American west seen bar to bar;

A demon of which I’ll never be free.

 

Dirt tracks and Truckstop’s where I feel most free.

From Roswell to Glasgow and back again.

From Denver out to Jackson Missouri.

If it’s not found there, I don’t want it then.

 

A redneck poet sharing all I say;

Open Mic nights in small town U.S.A.

 

04/08/2024