East Texas Morning

Not without design does God write the music of our lives. Be it 
ours to learn the tune, and not be dismayed at the rests.
~ John Ruskin

On a bright hot Texas morning
You can hear the bees a-buzzing
Cicadas blend their voices
With the rustling of the leaves
The pine tree’s nighttime whisper has
Become a soft, brushed rhythm
Wildflowers dance beside the road;
Cars in passing stir a breeze. 
Mockingbird joins in the chorus,
Sings the songs the flowers dance to,
Grazing cows find shelter 
In the shade of spreading trees.

© 2014 by Elece Hollis, author of  A Celebration of Family with Helen Steiner Rice   http://bit.ly/1m7uCeK
Read Elece’s other blogs:  http://whatsgoodabouthome.blogspot.com/ 

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