Rusty barbed wire,

crooked fence posts;

it’s a thang in Texas,

that’s just what we know.

Bluebonnets grow and

color the fields,

a sure-fire save

from what Winter kills.

Sweet iced tea, and

working the crops,

cutting hay in the Summer,

when the weather is hot.

Old hound dogs lay on

the porch in the sun,

just waiting on nightfall,

when the critters run.

The large oaks tower,

the limber pines sway,

there are storms in Spring,

but Summer's on its way.

The colors of Fall, pleases our senses,

while Winter forms ice on all the fences.

For those that reside here,

Know it’s been,

a Thang in Texas to

stay close to kin.

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