John McCornack

(Yukon, Oklahoma)

Red Dirt Cowgirl


Nature grows the weeds and grasses
The wind whips the horse's mane.
They travel, horse and a pretty cowgirl
Through a land that starts with Maine

There is no trail that they follow
No red dirt roads to be seen
Here they travel, horse and rider
Upon the endless fields of green

Is this real, or is this make believe
The horse glides on through the night
Searching ever searching for red dirt
With a neon moon providing the only light

Is this real, or is this make believe
Will a red dirt road become a reality
We look toward the western sky
And feel the sweat as the wind rushes by

There on a distance horizon... Wow!
Is that fabulous red dirt road ever so proud
Just across a few more fields and streams
Is that ultimate answer to our many dreams

Submitted: Friday, June 01, 2007
Edited: Saturday, March 05, 2011
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