Road (an acrostic poem)

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Racing down this country lane with you

Outside the trees fly by

As time stands still inside

Determined to never have this moment end

Boots (an acrostic poem)

 

Been cheating on me, okay I get it

Obviously I bore you because I’m just a cowgirl

Ordinary with a drawl, but let me tell you about country girls

These feet are definitely made for walking

So as Flo used to say, “Kiss my girts!”

 

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Gold (an acrostic poem)

Going all in all the way is the only choice

Or else you have failed yourself and your country

Leave your very soul on the mat at the end to achieve your goal

Delivering the highest spot on that Olympian podium

 

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Peaches (an acrostic poem)

Perhaps I should contemplate the finer things of life

Envisioning a dream scenario

An ocean front condo right on the beach

Counting the waves as they break along the sandy shore

How I could spend days in that spot, basking in the sun

Eventually I would wake up and wonder what else I could do,

So I’m movin’ to the country, I’m gonna eat me a lot of …

 

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