(My Poem About Texas)
-I live for her cotton filled skies.
-My existence is made worthy by the field’s hazy glow.
-I honor the hawk’s trail in her heavens
and the spicy fire ants that tunnel below.
-My hometown is her son she raised with pride.
-So technically, we’re relatives by a blood that’s red, white, and blue.
-My friends and family are also her grandsons and daughters that reside.
-It’s due to this very fact that, in my heart, integrity and pride brew.
-It has a heart colored white.
-It has five points that it boasts of.
-It is size, beauty, folks, morale, and might.
-That’s from the dusty panhandle to the hurricane’s coast.
-The hustle and bustle of the city
are Austin, Houston, San Antonio and Dallas.
-The skylines they boast, silhouetting the dark, make me giddy.
-If she is a kingdom, each of them are a palace.
-The laid-back and country life are here, too.
-Soak up a beer in Laredo, Hill County, or Navarro.
-A lasso’s whirl challenges you from Ft. Worth and Prairie View.
-The scorpion dares you with its tail, in El Paso.
-My niece compliments her soft blue bed of bloom.
-It’s no different than countless tykes throughout past centuries.
-She generated the smiles of the photos in her room.
-My heart is warmed daily with such memories.
-She nurtured my woman, to a divine being.
-At both of our youths, we trotted her wildlife, with shoes not needed.
-Our commotion and mischief sent the squirrel a-fleeing.
-But, our presence is what the dragonfly pleaded.
-I live for the rays that churn her skies.
-The flashes are as the sun, followed by a vicious roar.
-Deep within the anvil’s core the ice of hell resides.
-Any shelter is made cratered by its pour.
-I live for her people’s pleasant power.
-It’s one that no flag or enmity can destroy.
-It’s a brotherhood and sisterhood our state showers.
-To the rest of the world, may we spread a Texas kind of joy.
-With the pristine glory she yields,
there’s too many to reasons to count why we’re blessed natives.
-It’s an awesomeness the Maker empowered her to wield.
-Never deny me your being Texas.
-Never deny me your reasons to live.
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nice poem my fellow poet, it truly speaks of Texas!
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Thanks man! What can I say, I’m Texas boy at heart!
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