Walking western streets with boots and spurs on,
strutting down horse-lined sidewalks, enjoying
being the cowgirl that I have grown up to be in
Phoenix, Arizona.
A rugged pair of jeans, tee-shirts, being comfort-
able with my cowgirl hat and side arm, a 22 on
my hip.
Fully and totally getting into this rock and roll/
country-western music, rocking my heart and soul
into another world.
Heavenly, divine and a part of my total essence
here on earth in a western city.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem