Redneckin’ Fun
I was raised by a family who may seem normal on the surface, But some days I swear it’s as if we were raised by a circus. A family with an undeniably twisted sense of humour, And a mom who just shakes her head and thinks we are losers. I was raised by a farming family, A redneck, yee-hawing, hillbilly bunch. Or so I like to refer to this crazy calamity, Some might see this as being a great tragedy. I was raised by the banjo playing, shotgun holding, rocking chair, front porch sitting hillbilly rednecks you picture in movies, I bet you picture we also lived in the boonies. I’m just just kidding, we don’t marry from the family reunion, We are just farmers who can’t join a union. I was raised by farmer tans and glaring white legs who have never seen the sun, Cowboy hats, cowboy boots, and many shotguns. From skeet shooting, to bail hopping, to tire tubing fun, There is always lots to get into before the day is done. I was raised by joking, laughter, and fun, By sarcasm, lots of sarcasm, and the odd really bad pun. Someone who always thought that they were the jokester, Pulling pranks, bad humour, and being the boaster. I was raised by a family of great jokers, If only they were as good at playing some poker. From uncles and aunts, to grandpa, and my dad, It doesn’t seem to just be a fad. I was raised by farming, hard-work, and long days, We were told we could only play when we finished the hay. Work always came first before all the fun, But we always found ways to play before the work was done. I was raised by 4-H and a clear 4-H motto, “Learn to do by doing” was what we would follow. It may sound strange to some but I am who I am and I stand by my past, For real, I ended up having a blast. I used to wash my cows, as if they were pets, Sometimes my brother and I would get competitive and make some pretty sweet bets. They were pampered and fed before the big show, Given haircuts, and hairspray, but sorry, no bows. I was raised by reflection, deep thought, and star struck, For we’d hike to the big rock and watch the sun beginning to duck. The yellows, and reds, the pinks, and the blues, The sunset always has so many hues. To sit with my dad and talk about life, The hardships, the worries, and maybe the wife. A time to connect and have a heart to heart, I look up to my dad for some much needed advice, and realize in my life he plays a big part. I was raised in the life my parents chose for me, But a life I would never change and wish you could all see. For I learned many lessons in life that I needed to have, Such as life and death, and to help a cow calve. To love and appreciate this beautiful land. For if we take the time to look you’d realize it’s actually quite grande, And learn how to care for it for generations to come. They shaped who I am and who I want to become. |