From the Heart of a Country Line Dancer

I ponder marks cut into cliffs or drawn in caves within the earth and wonder if I have the gift to leave a mark of equal worth. As jet planes streak across the sky, I think of modern man's advance; will my profile engraved in stone say only, "She excelled in dance?" With silver trophies on my wall and music thumping in my brain, I long to weave a warm refrain one worthy of someone’s recall. Will sweet notes fall on future ears, spit from my heart onto the page and brand me as the wise old sage whose written words a world reveres? I read yarns penned by bards of old and learn of fame poets begat. Within my breast a yearning burns, a wish that I could write like that.