026 – Lone Star

Dusty boots and bolero ties
Howdy Ma’ms
And smiling goodbyes

Starry nights
And church pews
Short skirt dancing
To cowboy blues

We are sometimes a little cliché
But the majority of its real
Except for the part
About steak for every meal

Deep in the heart
And across the countryside
There is no mistaking
Our Texas Pride

Perfect windmill golden sunsets
Alamo come and take its
And Spanish bayonets

Those who call this southern land home
Where the coyotes howl
And the Long Horn roam
They are indeed a special kind
Full of red dirt heart
And Lone star state of mind

Robert Lloyd
7 September 2017

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