Her Own Woman

The beauty stood about five foot five  
Soaking wet she weighed 125  
She was gorgeous and no other could compare  
Her hair was long and flowing  
She lived in a beautiful home upon the hill  
No man to hunt for her except herself  
For she was her own woman  
Around her,  blossoms bloomed and trees kept growing  
She could fish and skin a bear  
Her daddy had taught her all that she knew  
From the time she was little, even as she grew  
No one could tame her, she learned by answered questions  
There was no harm in asking  
How would you know when times got bad
If it was time to cut the wood hard?
Or leave it to season a year or two?
And is it for naught to know how to serve your man?  
She learned everything by reading and asking or by her hand  
There was none like her and she didn't care what anyone thought  
She loved to learn and was self taught
She could speak different languages and
Could cook better than most
She was neither proud nor loved to boast
She was her own woman, no man was worthy enough.