Fields of Bluebonnets
Off in the distance are fields of blue.
A beautiful wild state flower for Texas through and through.
Once called a Buffalo Clover, but now a state flower.
An Indian Paintbrush every now and then, but most of all are,
Fields of Bluebonnets growing once again.
For the Yellow Roses of Texas are pretty, yet they do not compare
to the Bluebonnets of Texas with colors to share.
My friend Polly painted a picture that hangs upon her wall.
It is a masterpiece to us all.
For she has captured the Bluebonnets within her minds eye, put it on canvas, and
it is as beautiful as a lullaby.
She said oh yes those Fields of Bluebonnets of Texas, for they are as beautiful as
can be.
The fields of Bluebonnets come up every spring.
As my one-hundred and five year old friend spoke to me, it was like the next title
to be.
The fields of Bluebonnets began calling to me.
For the only thing as beautiful to me is my friend Polly and the Fields of Bluebonnets
of Texas in the early spring.
Copyright@March 2010 MaryMMcShirley/Kilker
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