Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh

A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters

A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what

Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it

By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road

If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s

A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically

To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important

Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go