A Poem

The Woman In TEXAS

She's wide-open country

and high rolling hills

She's a sand blasted vista

Sifted and still

She's gravel and clay

turned highways and streets

Splashing through creek beds

in her pretty bare feet

She's got rickety gates

and old rusty jacks

with blue bonnets gracing her shoulders and neck

She's God fearing family,patriot proud

You can't help but hear

When she's singing out loud

Now I wasn't born to her

but it's understood

I ran to her bosom

fast as I could

She's that beautiful Lone star

the reason is clear

No other woman holds a candle to her.

For the woman in Texas

My reckless heart yearns

I hope she'll still have me

On the day I return.