Larry Bradfield Poet Quatrain

Take Me To Texas

When I die take me to Texas
And lay me gently in the sand
Just dust me off from time to time
And softly pat me with your hand

Talk to me lowly with that voice
That I heard for so many years
And tell me what's been goin' on
Since I caused you to shed those tears

Then take a cup of Texas sand
From atop the grave's hallowed spot
And take it to the county line
Where that old Honky Tonk was hot

Now if that Honky Tonk is gone
Just dump that sand out as she pours
But if that place still stands today
Carry it through the batwing doors

Then set it on the bar, my love,
And tell 'em just who lies beneath
That ought to get you one free beer
But you cannot expect a wreath

For those were wild and wooly days
And we were young and out of hand
Now I'm gone and I'll lie buried
In the farthest west Texas sand

7/21/2017

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Eve Roper July 21, 2017 at 2:52 PM West of Texas! That's over New Mexico and Mexico, the other side of hurkin Texas. Well at least we will be neighbors I'm on the East Side near Galveston. Enjoyed the write, had to give you a rough time... Texas is to hot to be right now...:) Larry Bradfield July 21, 2017 at 3:51 PM That was my growin' up days, Eve. I'm by Lake Conroe north of Houston these days...thanks for the visit!!