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.)

[Cherrie Palmer]

wonderful job I enjoyed reading it and going along with you on such a fine trip.

[StevenMannette]

Beautifully written.I've never been to Texas before I wish to travel there some day because my grandmother was from there and I am greatly inspired by blues music.Keep up the writing :-)

[Elizabeth]

I live in Texas, and you captured her beauty and heat precisely. My family is from Maine, so I have spent some time in your beautiful Canada, as well. I had to read this when I saw the title... and I am glad I did.

[Coyote Poetry]

I was very lucky. I was station at Fort Hood, Texas for 5 years with the Army. It was hot as hell but the night were beautiful. Watching the sun rise in the morning was beautiful. I had my best days in Texas. The world of Texas is alive and the spirit to celebrate being alive is in the air. Poem is outstanding. Made me wish to be roaming highway 35 again.
Coyote

[Sean Allen]

I was in Texas once and in another life I live in a 3,000 year old time capsule on the great river just north of Laredo. In those days we went back and forth across the river at will and I think your pictures are accurate for that time as well. But the Tejas Sun was our only God and we had no concept of weapons, so we had none when the men with the red beards came to kill us. A twelve year old girl named Qxiote built the time capsule or no one would ever know.

[Griffin Hill]

loved the imagery. Although living in Texas after living elsewhere for many years, it’s difficult to share your nostalgia. My write on this poem would favor the harsh realities of Texas an it’s many problems against such adverse beauty.

That being said, I like your Texas better.

[Marie Harrison]

Felt like I was there reading your eloquent poem. I grew up about 20 miles from the Texas state line. It's a beautiful state with it's own character and unique scenery. Thank you for taking me back.

[An owl on the moon]

This is a beautiful, poignant memory shared with vivid insights. I've been through Texas and it does seem to have a different feel. How fascinating to even see the sun differently! Excellent travelog...