Texas Sun

Travels. Through - Time an Space... play The Stevie Ray song below, it goes with the read.

 

Texas Sun...
A Breath of Wonder.

Once upon a time...
I sat to ponder, 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 this rare opportunity. Travelling 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... opening, doors.

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 and me, wondering.

In the moving there. Meaning?
To my short life, to have Texas friends.

In this sunny small town, and all its foreign beauty.

Shady oak lined streets. And, worn smooth clapboard homes.
Lives, lived... in Texas.

I'd ponder that heavily, to plead me. Move on dreams!
Established, in the diligent goal... a conjured, theme.

our Mexico.

Still... we stay awhile,

Oakville, was slow and sleepy small in its yards, so sculpted.
The blossomed flowers, that perfumed the air honeydew sweet, and... heat.
Why, was the Texas Sun... so different?

We walked, through some farmer field. Just because...

Mom, thought of it... handily.

Our lunch, packed and blanket carried.

Rolled up pieces of family memories. This knoll, and that touch

the what, escapes? Wonder...

the grandeur, of the Texas surround.

The wind in waves, that play across acres, of golden toil...

a Texan. Who must love his breadth, of this perfect curving land.

Sky. That went on forever... down southward

that lone stretch of black top. Wave heat...

like, a shimmering mirage. Of things, to be believed.

Onward, awaited our future. Guadalajara, and magic...

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 a 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, over... wonder
a certain passing, had moved a memory. And, to thank her, my Mother.

In a poem, expressed. Her endless gypsy souls curiosity.

Texas Sun

Living lives, toils and dreams

that move on... forever.

The sights of memories past

astound the reality... of the some when

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Tony]

Yes, it did.
It felt kinda the same to me when I first went to Mexico.
This was a transition, a sentiment, to a loss of?
Or was it really 'our Mexico'?
If so, I couldn't see it in Mobile Bay.
What was it we had rolled up in those pieces of family memories?
Desperation? Wanderlust? ...an elusive dream ultimately.
At any rate, we packed many things we did not need, no?
This was nice to read from where I'm standing.
Nice pictures too. (I'm getting less critical about images among symmetrical text.)

[Robin]

a special piece of writing of a special memory ...

[OT]

I love the way you use perfect imagery to capture the words - it creates a complete sensate experience almost!! brilliant descriptions - the embodiment of memories - sights, smells, thoughts and emotions draped around brilliant language!! it is literally like a snapshot in time, a peak through your eyes at the world as you see it!! nice!!

[Linear]

A moment in time, encapsulated within your poem with rhyme, a wonderful Texas time, the grass always seems so much greener on the other side of the hill, perhaps it is... I enjoyed the memories of a Texan Time.

[Fran Marie]

A lovely piece filled with rich descriptives.... painting a vivid and serene picture!

Congratulations! on a beautiful winning piece!

[Angel Bird]

I've never been to Texas but you created a feeling through the perfect visualisation as if I was there. These are beautiful memories. A wonderful piece and marvelous pictures.
Congrats on your win, you fully deserve it.
Sending sunshine and smiles your way
Angel

[Shalini Dinesh]

I have never been to texas, but the picture you have painted with words is really so mind blowing and serene, lovely poem, thanks for entering the contest.

[Snickers]

The last picture, is very acurrate on what it looked like along time ago, back before, the city took it over, ugh. The first picture, is extremely accurate, in parts of Texas, but very few places, because like a said before, the city is starting to take Texas over. I maybe thirteen but I know, much about along time ago, because, of my grandmother, telling stories, about her childhood, she is 74 or 75, but her grandmother told her stories, which is my great great grandmother, whom was an indian, she had cherroke blood.
But, this poem really spoke out I love it.

Also, I am related to Sitting Bull, the sioux indian Chief. It is a very interesting thing to find out, that, some of the weird people are related to some of the most famous people on Earth Huh?

Anyways, I loved the poem.

[Member Now Left]

A lovely piece of writing. It took me there in my mind. And such clever choice of words. Very moving.

[CherryBomb]

This touched me!
My love is actually moving to Texas by the end of the summer,
Atleast I know what he's in for!
Great poem!