Country Poetry

I write about good times underneath shady trees Dreaming of love and good whisky Old Yeller sleeping on the front porch Catching fireflies in a mason jar And Singing country poetry Kenny Chesney and Willie Nelson are blaring from my car radio Making sweet love under the hot summer sun on a bed of dandelions I’ll asks you to be my darlin if you don’t mind that I’m country Because I don’t know much about love or god But I know that I will be singing country poetry till I die