Summertime in Texas
The rains of June abated
And the sun is hangin' high
Green grasshoppers and crickets
Chirp and sing as I pass by
Tomato leaves are wilted
Crepe myrtle bright and red
Grass is brown and dusty
Needs water to be fed
‘ssippi kites soar above us
Scissor-tails are catchin' bugs
Clouds racing toward the east
As if on magic rugs
Soft nights with starlight shinin'
Scents of mown hay all around
Picnic baskets full of chicken
Quilted pallets on the ground
Hot and bakin’ in the summer
Sometimes not a breath of air
Lightening flashin’, thunder rollin’
Texas, join us if you dare
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10 comments:
Hi Sue:-) Such a wonderful poem and reading it, I could see it all in my mind...I love summertime but...I don't know if I could survive the heat you guys get! lol xox
It looks like Texas to me! Nice descriptions in this cool poem...
I love this. Did you write it? You are a genius! Had me at the chicken part.
xo
Blue
Cowboy poetry -- wonderful. Thanks for taking us on a small trip this evening to the Lone Star state.
Great imagery.
My (paternal) grandmother (90 this year) lives in De Leon and tons of kin are scattered throughout Comanche County and beyond. (I'm in the Pacific Northwest.)
..Scissor-tails are catchin' bugs..
Great line..
Love the poem, Sioux! Hope you're staying cool this summer.
Loved the imagery... but hate the heat! ... ;)
I don't dare! It's hot enough here in KY! Chuckle
LOVE your poem! :o)
Definitely, you set a mood with this poem, if felt like summer. I enjoyed reading it.
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