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If Only She'd Been Strong

by Nancy Ames

The sun just showed a thin red top
to start another Arizona day;
two old friends were in a truck stop,
next to the endless line of highway.

Ramblin' Johnny turned and said to Dan,
"I seen Big Jed the other week -
he used to be an awful wicked man,
walking trouble, so to speak.

But I'm amazed - he did all right,
'cause getting married saved his life.
They let me stay there overnight
and I sort of got to know his wife.

Man, they got a real nice place
and that woman sure can work -
Jed's got a smile on his fat face
and he hardly never goes berzerk."

Dan said he never liked big girls,
got up to go, heard Johnny laugh,
"She's just a little thing, with curls
and pretty eyes, his better half."

Johnny climbed up on his rig,
shut the door and said, "So long -
too bad she wasn't very big -
if only she'd been strong."

If only she'd been strong,
what that woman could have done,
maybe it wouldn't be so wrong
and maybe she could have run.

If only she'd been strong,
days wouldn't last so long,
and she wouldn't have to say
that she feels just fine today.

If only she'd been strong,
she could have sung this song,
and he wouldn't have to stay
quite so far away.





01/11/2009

Author's Note: It's a country-and-western poem - I just wanted to give it a try for a change.

Posted on 01/11/2009
Copyright © 2026 Nancy Ames

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/11/09 at 06:07 PM

I think you did pretty damn good with it, if you ask me.

Posted by George Hoerner on 01/11/09 at 07:03 PM

Good write, Nancy. I haven't seen western poetry since I moved back from Wyoming.

Posted by Nanette Bellman on 01/12/09 at 01:23 AM

I love the story you told here. You pulled off the country western theme just fine.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/08/09 at 02:52 PM

I can certainly here a western tune in this Nancy.

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