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Texas Sun... A Breath of Wonder.
Once... 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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.)
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!!
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.)
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.
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
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.
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?
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