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You Know You’re From the Boonies When…

I put a call out to some friends to answer this phrase and boy did they deliver. Here is a special list compiled by many spot on responses.

You know you’re from the boonies when…


You know the dedication and patience it takes to snare a gopher.

You have to use your 4×4 just to get out of the driveway.

You can’t text because there is no cell service.

You can see every star in the sky at night.

You have to watch out for skunks and porcupines in your yard.

You get offended when people not from there state that it’s ‘the middle of nowhere,’ because only people from there are allowed to state that.

You get lulled to sleep by coyotes.

Directions to your house include some sort of body of water, a dirt road turn, a deer crossing sign, a coulee, a texas gate count, and vivid descriptions of quonsets, barns, and granaries.

You get excited when a vehicle comes into your yard.

The only people you’ve seen in the last couple weeks is your family.

Saturdays consist of arguing over which 3 channels to watch.

Going to town is a big deal that you dress up for, but you’re only going in for parts and groceries.

You get very suspicious when you don’t recognize a vehicle coming up your road.

You’re the last person in your grade to get rid of dial-up internet.

You drove well before you had a license.

On Halloween your parents drove you to 15 houses, your parents had a visit at each house, and you went home with 2 pillow cases overflowing of chips, pop, chocolate bars, and popcorn balls.

You need drive a car to see your neighbors.

You have experienced the sound of pure silence outdoors.

Neighbors help each other out with tractored snow removal because you’re the “least priority” on the snowplow list.

The power can be out for days a couple of times a year.

You have to explain to people where you live by stating: about BLANK hour(s) North, South, East, or West of BLANK town.

For Christmas someone always gets some sort of gun.

You’ve gone on many long walks filled with great conversations… with yourself.

You did more homework on the bus ride than you did at home.

Weekend entertainment consisted of back road cruisin’.

There’s a gun that permanently lives in your truck.

When you recognize every vehicle and it’s owner that passes by.

You’re on the school bus first and dropped off last.

A handpicked bundle of wildflowers mean more than any store-bought rose.

You get to witness every sunrise and every sunset.

You only get visitors during hunting season.


Country living at it’s finest. Big thanks to all those boonie dwellers and lovers who contributed to this post!

The Cowgirl


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‘Growing Up Rural’ : A Poem For Those Who Know

Growing Up Rural Poem. Cowboy Poetry. Farm. Ranch. Small Town.

Growing Up Rural

Growing up rural, means a lot of many things.
And for the people raised up by it, their gratitude it brings.

It meant you got looked after,
By neighbours, teacher, and coach.
Chances are you had extended family there,
And you spent time with them the most.

It meant you couldn’t get away with trouble,
Because chatter would get back to your parents.
It meant trips to the city were far between,
And always the reason was errands.

It meant class sizes were small,
And students not there were missed.
It meant gossip spread like grass-fires,
Especially by those you kissed.

It meant band members weren’t nerds,
But supported by a high student count.
Your school had a dress code,
Where respect for self abound.

It meant no swearing in public,
Town bylaws with curfews.
Sports teams were a way of life,
And filled the local news.

Growing Up Rural Poem. Cowboy Poetry. Field. Rodeo. Farm. Ranch. Small Town.

It meant you were probably labelled,
And as unfair as that was…
With fresh air and open spaces,
It forged peace to keep you tough.

It meant shops were closed on Sunday,
But church parking lots were full.
It represented a day of rest,
But you helped when calves needed pull.

It meant softball was a family tradition,
And the town showed up for games.
Gopher holes were in outfields,
And missed catches was their blame.

Growing Up Rural Poem. Cowboy Poetry. Football. Field. Rodeo. Farm. Ranch. Small Town.

It meant that graduation day,
Was a community affair;
Baby photos were showcased,
And the commencement lead with prayer.

It meant that crops and cattle,
Were built on generations in profession.
Work ethics and morals were common sense,
And marriage upon a father’s blessin’.

It meant gas stations were the local hot spot,
And slurpee machines a staple.
Everyone knew where the rodeo grounds was,
And ol’ timers told many a fable.

Growing Up Rural Poem. Cowboy Poetry. Rodeo. Farm. Ranch. Small Town.

It meant parades with tractors,
Horses, and candy too.
Manure and wrappers filled the streets,
But cleaned up that day by noon.

It meant that new comers were welcomed,
But took years to settle in.
Your address was always by so and so’s place,
And your reputation was your kin.

It meant pick up trucks with flat decks,
And stained up wrangler jeans.
Gravel dirt roads that crossed rail tracks,
And a helping of gram’s baked beans.

Growing Up Rural Poem. Cowboy Poetry. Outhouse. Rodeo. Farm. Ranch. Small Town.

It meant slow and simple,
But hard long hours of work.
Swinging bales and fixing fence;
Though hot, you kept your shirt.

It means you are not common,
But special in every way.
For to be raised in rural setting,
It’ll forever hold your fame.

The Cowgirl
(Julie Jensen)


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Growing Up Rural Poem. Cowboy Poetry. Rodeo. Farm. Ranch. Small Town. bales. Fixin Fence.



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