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20-Dec-08 12:00 PM CST The Land of My GrandfathersTexas grieves me Old joys turn Into dark skies Early days twisted Into lost memories Oh, how I long Sometimes For the St. Augustine Under the giant pecans The place of early battles Fought over big money Long cold ones In Hot sweaty nights With young friends Now older parents Tall buildings Matching tall hats A famous French aviator A tie designer An Indian doctor Three law school mates Hair color not found in nature Drunks and loose women The round window on Lanshire A young bride The thin neighbor girl Two dogs on leash Cowboys and Mustangs A good Hungarian family Texas, too big for one man Too big for his tears It grieves me so To be here again Sitting on the American Stonehenge Near the circle of death Oh, how I long Sometimes For the St. Augustine Under the giant pecans
Rating: 5.00 / 5.00
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Source: George Daranyi, Chairman, ManKind Project
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