Ode to Cowboy Boots

It’s the time of year

Where my outfit isn’t complete

Unless there are cowboy boots

Gracing my feet

My love for cowboy boots

It doesn’t really make sense

I didn’t grow up on a farm

I have never mended a fence

I have a degree in English

How redneck can I really be?

I say that as I’m wearing my boots

And a Mossy Oak hoodie

I’m terrified of horses

And cows, they really smell bad

My efforts at being a country girl

Are truthfully quite sad

But there is something about the first moment

When I first slide my feet into a pair of boots

That makes me wish I wasn’t such a poser

And that I really was just getting back to my roots.

E.E. Cummings, who???