Bluebonnet Spring
Washington on the Brazos,
springtime come around.
Hear the old coyote call,
carrion to be found.
Here where the birth of Texas,
a republic carved by men.
From wilderness to ranches,
and back to the wild again.
Vultures on the carcass,
of an armadillo gone wrong.
Yellow mustard fills the distance,
while the mockingbird sings its song.
Paints on the fence line,
galloping just for fun.
Enjoying the springtime feast,
as mustangs have always done.
Indian paintbrush on the hillsides,
an orange blanket to behold.
Coloring the landscape artistry,
natural brushstrokes Van Gogh bold.
Primroses peeking here and there,
as if lesser than the rest.
But primroses have a secret,
they can out survive the best.
Around the bend at Chapel Hill,
the long sought-after blue is found.
Bluebonnets cover the distance,
in a sea without a sound.
A pleasant breeze is wafting,
o're the magnificent, peaceful scene.
There's hardly any place on earth,
like a bluebonnet spring.
Copyright 2014 © Ronald W. Hull
4/3/14
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budd
while the mockingbird sings the song"
The scene is brought to life with the action in the two performances , one of painting and the other of singing" so divine!JK lovely poem
on the poetic...memorable springtime scenic trip...
skillfully painted with your pen strokes...trip filled
with an avian migration returning home and...winding
roadsides...colorful bends and great views...and Blue
Bonnets...spreading up the vast Country Hill's landscape
...smooching it and transferring the vast fields into
seas of indigo blooms...pride flowers of the State of Texas.
Enjoyed your poem! Thank you Ron.
The sweet Lupine flowers growing here in Australia
are nothing short of spectacular...too!
"Everything's better with bluebonnet on it."
Sandie
Michael D.
ending with the vision of a Bluebonnet Spring!..
Superb!
Diana...
Love ya!
Jane