I am from hay meadows and icy feedgrounds, from baby calves and old gentle
horses. I am from strong backs and strong
minds, generations of pioneers -men and women not afraid to stand
for what they believe, to say what they think.
Mothers who love their husbands and their babies,
no matter what. I am from wild roses and spur
straps, not afraid of rough horses or hard
work. I am from cattlemen and teachers,
a cowboy and a city girl. Looking to the future, trying
no to forget my past. I am from straight
pins and lass ropes, quilt scraps and horn wraps.
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