Spring in the Country
It was a beautiful spring day in the country,
like so many others we've seen before,
But it's not often we leave the city,
so it's special and has its own secret lore.
We rose late and left even later,
the fog and clouds held the sun at bay.
But the wind blew onshore briskly,
making for a windy but warm sunny day.
The rush hour traffic was gone,
but the traffic never really ever lets up,
it took an hour to leave the city,
until road side slopes turned buttercup.
We turned north at old Chapel Hill,
with its quaintness and rustic charm,
the yellow field of the year before was gone,
but buzzards still lingered on road's arm.
The bluebonnets kept eluding us,
lost in verdant growing green.
With occasional Indian paintbrush,
and ubiquitous primrose often seen.
We turned the corner on 105,
and beheld a beautiful blue serene,
a lovely landscape of bluebonnets
magical moments, childhood dreams,
are made from such a scene.
The cows were so contented,
the horses were frisky and free.
The pony's winter coat was shedding,
and love filled every bird and bee.
a bit of early Texas history,
was waiting nearly 200 years,
for us to come and see.
Over the hill and around the bend,
the blue appeared again magically.
Mixed with Indian paintbrush and primrose,
the high point of the day was free.
but listeria was not on our diet.
so good, you'll have to try it.
Returned home feeling contented,
seeing blue but not feeling that way,
I wrote this little poem about,
describing a country spring day.
Copyright 2015 Ronald W. Hull
4/9/15
View a brief video of our trip here.
our Spring riot of blueness is English Bluebells....they will be out soon, can't wait!
A wonderful poem! I feel Spring fever is upon me!....
Diana...
This was a nice getaway for this reader with whom has had enough stress in the last few weeks to last a year.
I love nature and who doesn't like purple or blue flowers? I was walking to and from and in the park today. Even though it was raining lightly, the beauty couldn't hide itself, like the Blue Atlas Cedar. Always that pastel blue on its needles.
Anyway, excellent choices and I didn't mind the rhyme scheme because it wasn't a whole stanza, but rather two lines that rhymed.
Thanks for sharing.
Dane
Michael D.
A wonderful poem to explore with you. The Bluebonnets are
so vibrant in color. A field of buttercups to see the yellow
dance in the sunshine. Thank you for sharing of childhood dreams Ron. A stop for a sausage..ok.
Lady Mary Ann
Love ya!
Jane