The Salty Ones

When I wake up in the morning
and have farm chores to do,
I think of women in coffee shops,
drinking their fresh brew.

Women looking "morning cute"
and enjoying their technology.
Then I think of the "salty ones",
who share my genealogy.

Cowgirls, foresters, and farmers,
loving animals and nature.
Women who'd rather hike a mountain
and sit next to glacier.

Some have called me "different"
for enjoying grit and dirt.
Being pigeonholed, can often,
make one’s feelings hurt.

But, I like this designation,
and would rather share the day,
with a strong and "salty one",
whom can buck a bale of hay.

The guess is, growing up,
your favorite color wasn’t pink.
Not afraid to share your thoughts
or give an occasional wink.

Coffee shops and ballet flats,
they're nice every now and then.
But callused hands and dirty jeans
turn sons into working men.

Raising "salty" daughters,
is so important of course.
Good to know, that picking up toads,
will not give them warts.

Loving this Earth are the "salty ones",
You know who you are.
These are my women of kin,
with whom I wish upon a star.