Texas Is God Country

Wide mouth bass in the creek so deep Hidden by blue bonnets who are bristling awake A luxurious moment on a pretty spring day not asleep Sun warming up Texas in country lazy sake. A lone fox watches from trees which hide her from view. Understanding the danger if we get close to her kits. Taking them deeper into the forest, in silence anew. Whisking them away in small silent increment bits. Indian fossils are lying at the bottom of this creek. A beautiful piece of petrified wood under this vegetation fuzz. Just waiting for a young’un to glimpse a small peek Anticipating a young cowboy’s whoop as he does. The fishermen inch their way through the pretty blue flowers. With fishing poles and bologna sandwiches for a fine lunch. They do not know about the bass, but feel magical powers Wafting off this gorgeous area; it is God’s country, is their hunch.