Wild Flax
Son, each day I will ride
Through waving cottonwoods
Near the broad river bend
Where the wild blue flax grows.
It is a special place
That your grandfather knew
Where he pledged all his love
To your grandmother, Sue.
Flax and cornflower blaze
Beneath the tree-trimmed sky.
They were there for me too
And your mom I love true.
Son, you are young to go
Where the wild blue flax grows,
But if, and when, you do
Your single days are through.
Some things may lead you there.
Be not surprised, beware!
Be careful of picnics
Horse rides or other tricks.
Ask your girl to a dance;
Maybe a picture show,
Anywhere that she wants,
But where wild blue flax grows.
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