Texas Sun

Travels. Through - Time an Space...

Texas Sun...

Upon a time, I sat in a wonder. To watch. Such as things, go by.
Outside, a moving window. Play the scenes.
Of a world, so wide. To be discovered of, after so many miles fly.
Already covered. In this time, of childhood.
With rare opportunity. Traveling. Away, from a home and. What now?
So far away. Excitement, is to feel. The earth
roll by. Under wheels, that are off. To explore. The, by and by. Unknowns...

Days, have past. The surround, changing so quickly and memories
piling. One, on another. States, been through.
On a charted map. We follow, diligence. Our goal, still. Thousand miles
distant, and. This wonder. Still speaks, thrills.
To a little man, of so little. Collected experience. Shivers, the vastness
of the entering, Texas. This place of cowboys
and legend, such as. The Alamo. Movies seen and, nothing. What so ever
like that, of being there. Canada, my home...

Was nothing like, this slow marauding lazy heat. On un-air conditioned
wheels, like torture. Texas, I like the sound.
We arrive, in a town. So picturesque, my Mother. Almost decide, we stay.
Me, wondering. In the moving there. Meaning?
To my short life, to have Texas friends. In this sunny small town, and all
its beautiful. Shady oak lined streets. An homes.
Lives, lived. In Texas. I'd ponder that heavily, to plead me. Move on dreams!
Established, in the diligent goal... our, Mexico.

Still. We, stay awhile. Oakville, was slow and sleepy. In its yards, so sculpted.
The flowers, that perfumed. The air and... heat.
Why, was the Texas Sun. So different? We walk, through some farmer field.
Just because. Our lunch, was packed and blanket
carried. Rolled up pieces of family memories. This knoll, and the touch, the?
What... The grandeur of the Texas surround. The wind
in waves. That play. Across acres, of toil. A Texan, who must love his breadth
of this perfect curving land. Sky. That went on. Forever...

I loved, that memory. Its. Time and Space. That had, for some little while.
Been, replaced. In the living out. Other, experience...
Poetry, had brought it back. The feel, of that Texas Sun. The wonder, held.
In that States, expanse. Another time. In life, seen.
Spent. Some little time, under. That burning torture. Endured, with surrender.
Our travels, intercepted. By Oakville's Texas Pride.
Now, another. Shines, upon me. Its warmth, for a time. Like, that kind wind.
An ocean, of sky. Joyful clouds, moving on. Under wonder...
A certain passing. Had moved a memory. An, thank her. In a poem expressed.

Texas Sun... living lives, toils and dreams. Move on... forever

Author's Note

Hope it paints a picture for you, as the memory... had.
An inspiration by a Rose, an Witman

Reviews

[just rose.]

Incredibly vivid. It explains both the lure of travel and permanence. It is absolutely true that the sky is different in different places: I've never been too far south, or west, but when I went north, and east, the light had a quality that was almost like cream, and it colored everything I did and thought. You draw so well on memory here. Walt, too, had kaleidescopic memories of childhood days ..."There was a child went forth every day;
And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became;
And that object became part of him for the day, or a certain part of
the day, or for many years, or stretching cycles of years."

[deeps]

This is amazing I liked this alot,
very well written and so much soul in this.

[zombiikillah666]

wow. makes me think about memories when i use to travel alot with my dad and sister , texas being one of the many states we got a chance to see...i really loved this, and reading it.