Tuesday, July 8, 2014

East Texas Morning

Not without design does God write the music of our lives. Be it 
ours to learn the tune, and not be dismayed at the rests.
~ John Ruskin

On a bright hot Texas morning
You can hear the bees a-buzzing
Cicadas blend their voices
With the rustling of the leaves
The pine tree's nighttime whisper has
Become a soft, brushed rhythm
Wildflowers dance beside the road;
Cars in passing stir a breeze. 
Mockingbird joins in the chorus,
Sings the songs the flowers dance to,
Grazing cows find shelter 
In the shade of spreading trees.

© 2014 by Elece Hollis, author of  A Celebration of Family with Helen Steiner Rice   http://bit.ly/1m7uCeK
Read Elece's other blogs:  http://whatsgoodabouthome.blogspot.com/ 

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