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 RuskinOn a bright hot Texas morningYou can hear the bees a-buzzingCicadas blend their voicesWith the rustling of the leavesThe pine tree's nighttime whisper hasBecome a soft, brushed rhythmWildflowers dance beside the... Continue Reading →

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