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Stephanie Toddy Poem
My hopes, prayers, and dreams.
The cowgirl with in me.
I'm just a cowgirl, born and raised
in the south that's what they say.
Just a cowgirl, no care in the world
that's what they think.
A cowgirl that goes around breaking
the cowboys heart's, that's what they hear.
The cowgirl who has her own dreams
about the real things in life.
Just a cowgirl who pray's for some
one to hold her at night.
A cowgirl that hopes for one day
she'll fall in love.
The cowgirl with in me no one
knows her anymore, she got all this
but now she doesn't know what to do with it.
These are my hopes, prayers, and dreams
that i found in a BAR.
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Stephanie Toddy Poem
To walk through a paster full of
wild flowers, up to her West.
To sit under the shade tree's, with
the one she loves.
To lie in the cool grass at night
staring at the moon and stars talking about forever.
To listen to the stories from the old' days,
told by an old' cowboy.
To lie in the cool grass in the light of day,
listening to the birds singing.
To sit in a swing and listen to the
rain on a tin roof.
To walk down an old dirt road,
that has long not been travailed.
A cowgirl's dream is not only like
the words to a country love song,
But is the dream of all dreams that
gives her the freedom she longs for.
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Stephanie Toddy Poem
Western is what i am to be.
My brothers, and my fathers are
to be cowboys.
My sisters and my mothers are
to be cowgirls.
The western skies and the western
lies, are all part of the western child's
dream of what lies ahead.
Everything of the western is not just a
land of dreams and oppertunaties,
but just a place i call my home.
It's where i stand with family and friends,
a place with honor and freedom.
This western place i call my home,
is but the one and only America.
The cowboys are my brothers and fathers,
as the cowgirls are my sisters and mothers.
A western child is what i am to be.
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Stephanie Toddy Poem
I sometimes lie in my bed, wondering why you said
good-bye to life
I sometimes lie in the grass, wondering why you kept it
from the whole family.
I sometimes sit on the side of your grave, wondering
why you were so calm through it all.
I sometimes sit next to granny, wondering why i don't feel
your presents around us.
I sometimes sit next to dad, wondering why i don't see
your spirit sitting around us.
I sometimes stand in your room, wondering if your
standing next to me.
I sometimes lie in my bed crying, wondering if your
crying with me.
I sometimes lie by your grave, wondering if you hear my
wondering heart.
Its saying why... Why my papa? Out of all of the
papa's in the world, why mine? what does mine have
that no other has? He's got me.
I love you Papa!
From your Babygirl!
Copyright © Stephanie Toddy | Year Posted 2006
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