West Texas.

West Texas
Mid July
Burning hot
Searing dry.

Yellow sun
Blue sky
Brown grass
Ranchers cry.

Lightning, thunder
Black cloud
Refreshing wind
Prayers aloud.

Cooling rain
Short respite
Mercury drops
Ranchers delight.


Summer Heat

Last days of August
Two months, no rain.
Hot winds blow dust
Life becoming a strain.

Grass has turned brown
No flowers in sight.
Tree limbs hang down
No breeze at night.

Lakes begin to run dry
Animals to tired to run.
Farmers to exhausted to cry
Living is not much fun.

Remember once we had a freeze
And once we had some rain.
Today is another hundred degrees
Please, one storm to relieve the pain. 


September Moon

Early evening, the sun has set.
Rising from the east
A large, full red moon 
In a perfect cloudless sky.

Slowly the reds begin to fade 
To a brilliant yellow.
Rising overhead, blocking out
all but the brightest stars.

 Throughout the night 
Traveling across the unbroken sky
On an endless journey
Around the earth.

 Morning sun catches the moon
Setting it ablaze with reds
As it silently slips beyond
The far horizon.