[JustAmy]

Winding Roads of Texas

The winding roads of Texas
From Staked Plains to the sea,
Are dressing up for springtime,
And for you and me.
Buttercups and daisies
Are full of April dew,
And the meadows are wearing
Gayest bonnets of blue.

There's perfume from the roses,
There's nectar for the bees,
And the lush prairie grasses
Are waving in the breeze.
The mocking-birds are singing
Their purest melody,
And the meadow larks fly upward
So high, I cannot see.

From San Antonio to Brownsville,
And El Paso in the West,
I cannot name a city
I love above the rest
For all the towns in Texas,
From mountains to the sea,
There is love within my heart,
It's there I long to be.

By Laressa Cox McBurney
Published in 1938


PS: Laressa Cox McBurney was my Grandmother's half-sister. I am not sure of the year but Aunt Laressa was born about 1885.

[Alamo-Girl]

Wow! You have great talent in your family. And what a beautiful poem about my beloved Texas.

[Billie]

Oh, I love this Texas poem from your Grandmother's half sister.

Gosh, that picture is certainly desolate-looking! One can see every kind of country right here in Texas. :)

   

[Darksheare]

I should have found this the other day instead..
*pouts*

Thirteen O'Clock
-Kenneth Fearing

Why do they whistle so loud, when they walk past the graveyard late at night?
Why do they look behind them when they reach the gates?
Why do they have any gates? Why don't they go through the wall?
But why, O why do they make that horrible whistling sound?

GO AWAY, LIVE PEOPLE, STOP HAUNTING THE DEAD

If they catch you, it is said, they make you rap, rap, rap on a table all
night,
And blow through a trumpet and float around the room in long white veils,
While they ask you, and ask you: Can you hear us, Uncle Ted?
Are you happy, Uncle Ted? Should we buy or should we sell?
Should we marry, Uncle Ted?
What became of Uncle Ned, Uncle Ted, and is he happy,
and ask him if he knows what became of Uncle Fred?

KEEP AWAY, LIVE PEOPLE, KEEP FAR AWAY,
STAY IN THE WORLD'S OTHER WORLD WHERE YOU REALLY BELONG.
YOU WILL PROBABLY BE MUCH HAPPIER THERE.

And who knows, what they are hunting for, always looking,
looking, looking with sharp bright eyes where they ought to have sockets?
Whoever saw them really grin with their teeth?
Who knows why they worry, or what they scheme, with a brain where there should
be nothing but good, damp air?

STAY AWAY, LIVE PEOPLE, STAY AWAY,
YOU MEAN NO HARM, AND WE AREN'T AFRAID OF YOU, AND WE DON'T
BELIEVE SUCH PEOPLE EXIST,
BUT WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR? WHO DO YOU WANT?
WHO? WHO? WHO? O WHO?

[deadhead]

Wow, Amy...great poem by Laressa. What a special gift you have from your Grandmothers half-sister, her beautiful words to share with all. Thank You. I wish I were able to write poetry. I can't, but poetry is in my heart.

[Victoria Delsoul]

Hi everybody!

Your Aunt Laressa was quiet a poet, Amy. Thanks for posting her poems.

BUYING A HOUSE
by Bob Newhart

We are in the process of buying a house... and when you buy a home, you deal with realtors, you see. Now realtors are people who did not make it as 'Used Car Salesmen'. You see the ads and you say, 'Honey, this is our dream house!' Then you go out to it and you meet the realtor... and he comes on like this...

Well!... hi there... well, here she is. Boy! somebody's gonna steal this little beauty. Er... I'm not supposed to tell you this, but... this baby is priced way below the market, way below! This the wife, is it?... How do you do? John Ricksnieder...

Oh look! Is that the little baby?... How old?... 14 months, huh?... Boy! she's gonna break a lot of hearts when she gets older... ha, ha. ha Oh!... a little boy?

Er, yeh!... we always put off that first haircut, don't we?... Well, there she is!... Is that a beauty?... Yeh! That's what we call 'rustic'... this is kind of 'your rustic home.'

Well!... thats a question of semantics... when does it quit being 'rustic' ... and become ramshackle? You know, it's er, kinda hard to... It's a wonderful family home, though... it's got seven bedrooms and one bath... Anyone with any imagination and happens to own a contracting business, could just do wonders with this house.

Yeh! this is just on three quarters of an acre... Pardon? Well, not exactly... Come over to the cliff, here, let me show you where your land runs. D'you see that road, way down there? Well, that is all your land... all the way down to the road. I mean, if some of these cars stall and they start to lean on the cliff there, you can say, 'Hey! get off that land, that's my land!'

You see?... Hmm? Yeh? You saw the ad, did you? Yes, you've got the view of the ocean and the view of the valley... it's very rare. The ocean view? Er!... you wanna come over here by the cliffs? That's the way... Now, just get down... d'ya see?... just between the boughs...there!

Did you see it? There!... did you see it that time? The people who used to own this house, tell me they used to come out here on a Sunday afternoon, get down on all fours... and just watch the ocean. All your troubles just seem to float away, y'know? Just wonderful.

The valley view?... Yeah, listen... you wanna boost your wife onto my shoulders?... let me show you the valley view. It's a kind of Frank Lloyd White kind of feeling the home gives you, it just seems to fit... it seems to float right into the atmosphere...

In fact, the back of the house is starting to float... I think it's er... Now, the people who lived here before, tell me you can hardly hear anything from the sheet metal plant across the street, there.

They hardly ever knew it was here. Now folks... FOLKS! I didn't explain about the kitchen... Folks?... FOLKS!!!?...

[ValerieUSA]

Nice Texas poem .. I have pics to go with just about everything in it.

And the meadows are wearing
Gayest bonnets of blue.

[ValerieUSA]

The winding roads of Texas