Raised on Country Poem

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Raised on country, with twang in my soul,
Where the guitar strums, and the stories unfold.
With boots on my feet, and a hat on my head,
I was raised on country, where my heart was led.
The sound of fiddles, and the banjo's pluck,
The lyrics that spoke, of life and luck.
From Hank and Merle, to Waylon and Cash,
I was raised on country, it's in my blood, my stash.
From small-town rodeos, to dirt roads wide,
Where trucks were lifted, and bonfires blazed high.
Where the stars shone bright, in the country sky,
I was raised on country, where life was nigh.
The taste of sweet tea, and fried chicken too,
The smell of fresh-cut hay, and morning dew.
The feel of hay bales, and horses' back,
I was raised on country, and never looked back.
The sense of community, where neighbors care,
Where you lend a hand, and show you're there.
Where family is everything, and values run deep,
I was raised on country, where love is steep.
The simple life, with its beauty so pure,
Where nature's wonders, always endure.
Where faith and family, are held so dear,
I was raised on country, and it's crystal clear.
So, here's to the country, that shaped my heart,
A love that's timeless, and won't ever depart.
For I was raised on country, with pride and grace,
A heritage cherished, a treasured place.