Real Country

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 27, 2018

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Submitted: August 27, 2018

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REAL COUNTRY

The country side is nothing like they say in the songs.  There aren’t boys everywhere, or girls with short shorts. Bears however, yes.  Out in the country we don’t see each other, we keep to ourselves, not all of us are farmers either.  The working farmers keep to themselves, do their work.  Farmers also don’t have straw hats, they have baseball caps.  Women on farms don’t wear dresses, or aprons. They wear baggy jeans and long sleeves not short sleeves.  When you ride horse out in the country you don’t get fancy neither does the horse.  It smells sometimes but that’s the country.  Out in the country there are poachers.  My mom and my dad almost got shot in the head, heard the bullet wizz past their ears.  Scream to the hill that they are stupid and almost killed me.  Its not even deer season yet you will see deer heads and bones all along that one lonely road, or that tree on my street.  They had to take it down after a while because of all the dead dear carcasses on it, it started killing it, I think it was dead already.  In the real country there are skinny roads like the people.  In the real country the roads have no lines and can take you to where ever you need.  In the real country, there are roads that just end for no reason. In the real country the roads are not shown on the map.  Where I lived, no friends could get to my house because it didn’t exist on google.  I do exist I swear. In the real country people walk around.  In the real country we have tiny gardens.  In the real country it may take a few days for your road to be plowed.  In the real country your yard is just weeds.  Yellow dandelions decided to cover my yard every spring, bye bye green hello yellow. In the real country it smells of dirt and green.  In the real country you don’t know your neighbor, but you respect them.  in the real country, it isn’t safe. In the real country girls and boys get taken from their yards. In the real country you shouldn’t wear underwear and be in front of the window, because then a creepy man in a white van might take pictures.  In the real country its more dangerous than the city.  In the real country there is a cliquey town.


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