Springtime in Texas
When the bluebonnet blooms 'long the Brazos,
when the Indian paintbrush is red,
when the dandelion's face is all yellow
'fore the sunshine has cottoned its head,
when the old oak has filled out with new leaves,
when the dogwood shows blossoms to wind,
when the pine tree has regained its shimmer
'twill be springtime in Texas again.
When the mockingbird sings to the mornin'
when the cry of the jay fills the air,
when the redbird chirps out from its cover
a greetin' it's willin' to share,
when the butterfly visits the meadow,
when the ladybug spreads her wings thin,
when the dragonfly dances on cattails
'twill be springtime in Texas again.
When the creekbeds are teemin' with bluegill,
when the crappie are feisty and fast,
when the largemouth is searchin' the shallows
and strikin' whatever will pass,
when the calf bumps up close to its mother,
when the colt acts so frisky you grin,
when roundup begins the next mornin'
'twill be springtime in Texas again.
© Copyright 2002 Rod Nichols
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Bluebonnet courtesy The Santa Lady
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