Texas

We lived in Texas for one year, my 6th grade year. It was our first time that far west. It was the year I met my bosom friend, and she introduced me to the love of horses. Truth be told, her brother became my first boyfriend. Our families were especially close. When it came time to move from there (to Mobile, Alabama, of all places!) it was heartbreaking for me.

Texas

   If I could have my way,

In Texas I would stay,

   Where mesquite bushes grow,

Where all horses can mow;

   Palo Duro Canyon is my home

When I want to roam;

   Where the wind blows free

Is where I’d rather be!

   Meadowlarks, hawks, and scissor-tails

All seem to have sails;

   Prairie dogs and gophers,

Cattle, men with spurs,

   Cowhands and cowboys,

The rancher that employs;

   Horses, shiny and sleek,

Gazing to a plateau peak;

   To Texas I would go

Because this place I know,

   And the things I see

God made for you and me.

                               (1976)

I wrote this either the summer after 6th grade, or the beginning of 7th grade.