Lone Star State

It rains not much in Texas
We're known for grander things
Among them is the heat
Which beats upon the plains

There are ranches big in acres
Longhorns grazing across barbwire
Atop the coastal dunes
Wild Mustangs still run free

In April come the Bluebonnets
Giving color to the highways
A sign of Spring's arrival
To take the chill away

Right now we're in a drought
How we pray for cloud filled moisture
To fill our lakes and close the cracks
Which marks the dusty and arid land

We've come to know as home
The farmers pray the hardest
Without rain no crops to harvest
Just dry brush fills the fields

Which feeds the fire's glow
It's great to live in Texas
Don't take me wrong my friends
I am proud to be a Texan

Would live no other place
I ask this one small favor
From my friends across the sea
When you say your prayers

Would you take a second or two
To remember your friend named puddles
Who's in need of a helping hand
In bringing the rains to flow

Upon this rainless mass
Which sustains so many souls
To end the drought that taken a grip
Upon this Lone Star State

Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
April 11, 2009