Spring in My West Texas

Different parts of the earth are beautiful in their own ways.  Some places have rolling hills and soft, flowered meadows, while others have colorful creatures hiding in dense vegetation.  Some have breathtaking purple mountain peaks, and others show off their beauty in the quiet evenings and open skies.  This is a poem about my home – the wide open plains of West Texas, with its subtle beauty.

The morning sun has yet to rise,

The coyote and the bat retreat to dark,

As the horizon, just dark, tries,

The golden light and fade the stars mark.

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A mocking bird mother greets the day,

As the sun colors the east with her smile.

A cotton field green’s revealed by ray,

And people begin to rise after a while.

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The morning is cool and full of life,

People and creatures work and play,

Morning light reveals dust for a wife,

To others we smile throughout the day.

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Afternoon sometimes brings her heat,

But the beauty of it is, you’ll never know,

For weather is fickle: famine, then treat.

Children can play ’till the sun is low.

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We don’t have many lakes or big trees,

Nor grandiose mountains of might,

Our land is flat, the sky so big and free,

We see the clouds, the rain, and lightning bright.

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When the sun in the west begins to set,

It’s splendor takes your breath away.

Then stars come out, you forget to fret,

For the peace and beauty after day.

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I love my West Texas every season,

Though creation’s beauty here stirs me,

Not the land, but the people are the reason,

Why in my Texas I love to be.

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For ’tis more than just my home,

It’s the place God’ given me to love,

To tough the lives of a few near home,

For now, ’tis my duty for Heaven above.