
I walk in a field of Bluebonnets.
I thought to compose for them sonnets.
The sweet fragrance fills my soul
until I am again whole.
I feel tired as I smile
like I’ve walked a full mile.
I will make my bed
and lay down my head.
My thoughts drift so slow and low,
somewhere over the rainbow…







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...Régis
Sandie
I fixed the top picture. I had inserted it afterward. Those were bluebells. Bluebonnets are tall stalks.
In all of my April trips to Brenham, Texas, the Bluebonnet capital of the world, I have never seen an idyllic scene like the one pictured. I believe it is probably a painting. A surreal image of what the real ones portray in steroids or Photoshop. And, while I have been very close to mixed bluebonnet and indian paintbrush fields, I don't recall any fragrance from them even though the bees are busy getting nectar.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane