The Lone Star State
Numbered twenty-eight
Complete with mountains
And lakes and plains and deserts and forests
The Gulf of Mexico
An eternity of skies
And friendly people
Bluebonnets and mockingbirds
Clashing then combining cultures
It is seven percent of the United States
But an immeasurable amount of stories
I’ve ridden the wind and watched the storms
Sauntered the cobblestones of Cowtown
Watched the nightlife of Deep Ellum
Played the games at the state fair
My West Coast garb is for costume parties
I wear a pair of black Justin ropers
With a hat to match
And always denim
I know cows are cattle
I can two-step with the best of them
And y’all and fixin’ valid words
Texas is a country all its own
Unique people
Unique history
Unique place
People say hello and help strangers
There is enough wilderness to satisfy the wildest of adventurers
And enough football to occupy the most devoted of fans
Enough sophistication to entertain the elite
And enough simplicity to make life a miracle
Far away,
I can remember oceanfront property and forever springs
Amusement parks and constant busyness
So many distractions that I forgot to live
I would rather have Texan seasons
And time to breathe and to remember
With wild storms and sizzling summers
Plains and limestone riverbeds with prehistoric footprints
Brilliant blue skies and roadsides of wildflowers
Falling asleep in the arms of open spaces and western lore