The Cowgirl

Her worth is not measured in a rodeo arena,That's not her cup of teaShe doesn't wear a big gold buckleFor the whole world to seeHer horse is lanky and bigHer tack is simple and practicalJust like her rigShe can read a cow like a children's bookDaddy taught all she needs to knowShe knows her way around a kitchen,Cause her momma taught her more than just how to cookShe's held baby calves and babies of her ownShe's watched death and lifeShe's a cowgirl, a rancherA cattlewoman, who understands sacrificeHer worth is more than gold,Because she is real and kindToo many others like herAre surely hard to find.With Love,Richelle