This time of year, tried and true,
Nature turns the heart of Texas blue.
It is a wonder to behold,
A magic never old.
Greening grass with bluebonnets on it,
Carpeting hills and valleys like a sonnet.
Far and wide, come catch the scene,
Paint a tranquil pastoral serene.
Of old buildings and spreading trees,
Set in contrast with new spring ease.
Cattle grazing land blue seas.
Seas of life for birds and bees.
Oh, what good fortune for me and you,
When the heart of Texas turns true blue.
Copyright 2002 © Ronald W. Hull
War's End, the Novel