Always A Cowgirl

Call me a cowgirl when my boots are broken in; the heels are worn off and the tops lean in. 

Call me a cowgirl when my clothes are full of holes; when my hat becomes so floppy that the sun can reach my nose. 

Remind me I’m a cowgirl when my head hangs way down low, my shoulders start to slump and my saunter gets too slow.

Remind me I’m a cowgirl when my eyes begin to dim; my burdens become heavy and gray hair blows in the wind. 

Tell me I’m still a cowgirl when my hands don’t hold the reins, my saddle’s covered with dust and fat geldings graze the plains. 

Tell me I’m still a cowgirl after my ridin’ days are done. Then sit me on the porch with my face pointed toward the sun.