I Am
I am a city slicker,
Yet a cowgirl at heart.
In other words,
A cowgirl held hostage
In the city.
Riding a piano bench,
Instead of a horse.
Breathing restaurant aromas
In the air
Instead of manure.
Paved streets,
Not gravel roads.
Oh! How I long to ride,
For this...
Is how I feel inside.
poem by Macy Dvirnak
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