Tribute

My girl shall live,
Within a tent.
Her dreams come true,
Through hard work sent.

With springtime rains,
And summer heat,
Her college goals,
Will not be beat.

Her bones upon,
The earth she’ll lay.
And from the gov,
Collect her pay.

She soon will wear,
Her fancy pants,
With pockets huge,
For grub and ants. 

Her massive boots,
Will trudge through mud.
Granola treats,
Will be her bud.

The forest trails,
She will put down,
With ax and pick,
And ne’r a frown.

The bush and briar,
She’ll chop and whack.
We hope she lives,
Through bear attack.

She’s on her way,
So look out world.
Her outdoor self,
Is now unfurled.

And when she’s done,
All bronze and buff,
We know our gal,
Shall take no guff.