Tuesday, May 4, 2010
There is an influence of the south.
Putting cold beer and crawfish to mouth.
It is the cattle and horses in our field,
Riding out the storm that will grow our yield.
It is the warm summer days at Volanta park,
Watching kids play baseball into the dark.
Way down here where hurricanes are feared,
We still give thanks to those revered.
Family and friends are key,
Years of gathering under the oak tree.
Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound,
Unless it is salvation to be found.