She’s a California Country girl,
Hollywood meets Tennessee She kept the manners her daddy taught her, And like her mama, chased her dreams. Three thousand miles across the nation, She found herself twenty miles from the shore. The ocean spray, so much different, Than the humidity before. She’s got bruises on her knees from hiking, And is still rocking Jimmy Choos. You’ll find her at the club past midnight, But she’s not going home with you. She’s the first one at the bar, Calling out for Jack and Jose’. Take your twenty off the counter. She will never let you pay. She can’t wait to watch the sunrise, Barefoot from a mountaintop. She’s a master of the downward dog, But still knows how to saddle up. She likes barbecue and hummus. Drinks beer at the gallery. Listens to Hank Williams on Sunset Boulevard She’s California country. She’s always bikini ready, And still wearing daisy dukes. She’ll take the last row at a Dodgers game, Just to cheer in the sea of blue. Her boots click across the pavement, The accent never went away. She’s climbing up the ladder To write professionally someday. She loves sand as much as she does dirt. and wears them both so well. She takes all of her friends camping. They love the fireside stories she tells. She wants a house and white picket fence In a cove near Malibu. With three kids, a dog, and large backyard And a bride instead of a groom. She respects women and her elders. Is honest to a fault. She’ll never back down in an argument, But when help is needed she steps up. She’ll offer her bus seat to a stranger, Dines alongside celebrities. This lucky girl found the best of both worlds She’s California country.
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Lauren
9/15/2018 02:44:55 am
I almost didn't comment on this, but I have to. This is an awesome poem. It really should be a song.
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