George otto Becker
Bluebonnet's And Angels
We were placed so carefully underneath the blue Texas sky.
You and I.
We grew together In the springs sunny glow in a blue green field of blue bonnet's.
We ran and we shouted.
As the sun flowed through our blonde hair.
We laughed and we cried.
And people died.
Presidents lived and presidents died.
But we ran through the blue bonnet's as though the world was dry.