thank God he's a country boy

thank God he's a country boy

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson
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a little tribute to men with dirt under their nails

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He's got these
blue-green eyes
that twinkle
when he teases me.

He's got a mind
that's solid,
and a body
to match.

Most of his
wrinkles
are the kind
from smiling,

the few that aren't,
are just a touch
of worry,
I want to kiss away.

He isn't sophisticated,
and he doesn't do suits;
when he gets dressed up,
he wears his old cowboy boots.

He scrubs his
hands rough,
'cause he gets
dirt under his nails.

the only
part of him
that's soft,
is his heart.




© 2017 Lyn Anderson


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I am getting to know this guy better and better through your words here on WC. Seems like the kind of folk I grew up around, making their own way in life, by their hard work.
Well done.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

Thanks, I thought you might like this one.
NoelHC

10 Years Ago

Chew tabaca, chew tabaca, spit, boys around heah! ; )
I liked the poem. I like the country feel of life. Same goes for the woman. Want a woman who like to dance, sing and have some fun. Good music and excellent poetry .
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

Thank you for the read and review.:)
Coyote Poetry

10 Years Ago

I lived in Texas for almost six years. Real people who liked having fun. Open fields and getting som.. read more
Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

Yes, well, fall is a busy time for farming.
There are times when recognition is necessary.There are some that are of no good but then there are some that try.The writing takes you to a place of the ones that do try. Nothing fancy not a lot of pretentiousness. Probably hard work and a caring attitude which has made that Man compasionate and understanding.

His heart in the right place then....

Posted 10 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

No pretenses. That's a good way of thinking of it. Thank you.
I like this one from you, KLG! You are softening, and this one is full of heart and soul. Very nice write! Thank you for sharing this one with us!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

Thanks, ah, softening, perhaps, but I still have an edge.
Bright Ocean Star

10 Years Ago

well, yeah....you'll always have that edge. It keeps you interesting. But I like you happy!
Wow you are feeling in love today. Another poem filled with dreamy romantic feelings.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

Thanks so much. The muse goes where she wants when she wants.
I have so much respect for those who keep the heartland of the country alive, they are truly the ones that keep this country feed. And they work hard with knowing how much they will make from year to year.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

Yes, farmers are a different breed, in many ways.
The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)

10 Years Ago

Yes they are, in a very good way.
I fully and completely endorse this poem.
Gotta love a man's kind of man. Rugged, handsome... Yet sensitive.
Sigh.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

thanks so much, ya, the muse is a little sappy today. :)
Matching Socks

10 Years Ago

Lol. I'm loving it. Keep at it.
All you need is a fender guitar and you got a country song.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

I have been thinking I need a country singer for some of my poems, thanks.

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