(Poem) Her’s To Live For

(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.


Photo by adam morse on Unsplash

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  1. nice poem my fellow poet, it truly speaks of Texas!

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