Everyone has their own opinion of what a cowgirl should be
To me it never was an option, it just came naturally.

My apparal is wranglers, boots, a belt and a hat , my hair is worn in a pony tail, I drive a one ton dually, with a rope and saddle thrown in the back.

My days consist of early mornings, before the sun comes up, and the kitchen is where I start my day, making home-made buscuits, and a fresh pot of coffee, waiting patiently for my first cup.

Then it is off to the barn I go, with so many eyes that are focused on me
And they all know that it is I, that will supply them with water, hay, and some good ol sweet feed.

I look forward to that time, probably as much as they do, I never know if I will find a new colt, a hatched chicken, or a new born calf or two.

It's time to head back to the house, to get my husband off to work and my daughter off to school.
Good Morning Honey, Wake Up Sunshine, and I get a smile and a kiss in return as a rule.

Not only am I a cowgirl, but also a mother and a wife, and I take pride in all I do, and every aspect of my life.

My daily chores have just began, there is lot's of work to do
There are fences to fix and hay to bale, and I have only spoken of a few.

I saddle up my roping horse, and with me I carry a bucket of tools, hoping I have everything I need, from cowboy pliars, a pair of gloves, to a com-a long and a sixteen gauge barb wire spool.

As I am riding along the fence, I see something out of the corner of my eye
Then I hear a beller as if she was calling me , and I knew exactly why.

It was the first calf for this young heifer,and in distress it was plain to see.
I got off my horse and neeled beside her, and I waited patiently.

I gave her a little time, and soon I realized what had to be
she couldn't do it own her own, it was going to take us three.

Voss knew exactly what was going on, that horse had seen this a time or two
I reached in my bucket, got a pair of gloves. took the rope off my saddle
and began to make a loop.

She knew I was there to help her, and as she pushed , Voss and and I gently pulled on the rope.
And soon there was the pressiest calf, it was all that I had hoped.

Wow, what a day! I thank God for my life, and given me the opportunity
to live it the Cowgirl way!!