Country Boy
Out in the country that’s where I’m from.
The Northern Plains, Redneck to some.
Born and bred by God’s own hands.
We’re tough as hell and rule these lands.
From the Red River Valley to the great Black Hills.
We follow one law and do Gods will.
We’ve paid our debt, formidable and ready.
Tred on me and I'll rock you steady.
We hail from the North and from the South.
Known far and wide by word of mouth.
We are the strong who protect the weak.
God’s chosen few are of whom I speak.
We’ll never fall we watch the many.
Our guns and ammo are good and plenty.
We run on faith and fueled by love.
We are protected from up above.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
