As a girl she fell off a swing skinning her knees
Never took long and she was good as new again..
Later coming home caught in a storm ever so wet
Got a chill having been caught that day in the rain..
Fell off her bike in time to come scary but was ok
All a part of growing up at the time as life it can be..
Slightly a braver soul she became as time it passed
Developed a sense of humor but as beautiful as free..
A tom boy to an extent enjoyed life as it came along
A real country style girl was she within and at heart..
Rode horses climbed trees lived in jeans and boots
Nothing in life effected her too much from the start..
Loved camp fires and country music guitars as well
Learned to sing a country song in her own special way..
Life was all as if it all was a country song love song
A slightly wild young woman now just loving every day..
Never gave much thought of any trouble or woe ahead
She loved the smell of new cut hay more so in her hair..
Spent her time as a think tank in the hay shed near by
Of her dreams her deepest feelings beyond compare..
One day a guy she knew as a friend growing up in life
Came and they sat around some chatting of love and life ..
One thing she never gave a lot of thought to was hiding
The next thing she knew now pregnancy and being a wife..
Life can change soon rearrange protecting knees on a bike
It's the same every day a little more thought come what may..
Life is not ever a game only you are the one that's to blame
A little common sense contraception is needed every single day..
There goes all my schooling and all my was to be education as well
My mother never informed me of any of this I should have known..
But all we were doing was as usual chatting on the day in the hay
And just mucking around some my life it was over gone and blown..
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