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I Wish I was a Texas Poet
by Alison McKenzieLong teenage nights spent
Trying to get at the beer,
Hankering after the beauties,
Growing into love the old fashioned way,
Shaping the young minds from a chalkboard,
Soaking up the reflection of grandchildren,
Lamenting the relentless march of time in age.
Instead, Im just a small-town wannabe,
Driving into the big city every now and then,
Attending class mid-way
Through a womanhood
Just to try and get it right!
01/29/2009 Author's Note: For Charlie!!! Meghan, Laurie, Jared.....hehe
Posted on 01/29/2009
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 01/29/09 at 01:01 PM fun! welcome to the club ;) |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 01/29/09 at 01:14 PM Look what Jared started! Lovely write Alison...such vivid images. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 01/29/09 at 03:46 PM ...ahhh, ali, i thought i'd see my name, but alas, not to be...and speaking of wannnabes of which i too am one, wish i's an Oregon Poet, so there! mmmmloving you. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 01/29/09 at 09:13 PM this is getting so fun to find these poems, all of them, and like a signature, each thread is a tale and journey within, all its own ...lovely addition to the wishing well...hugs, jewels |
| Posted by Jared Fladeland on 01/29/09 at 09:30 PM Ha. I feel like I started a revolution of people wanting to live elsewhere |
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