East Texas Living, a poem

 30MAY10

East Texas Living 

Gentle winds blowing

through pink and white blossoms on

the mimosa trees.

Lazy, tan-and-white 

dog dozing on the front porch,

ignoring the bugs.

Warm, slate grey heavens

signaling an impending

afternoon rain storm.

Wafting through the air,

the scent of magnolia

blossoms, smelling sweet.

Soothing highway hum

from Ninety-Six competing

with joyful bird song.

Back and forth rhythm

of wooden porch swing lulling

away today's toils.

When my friend, Donald (from Dallas) originally read this, he responded in semi-haiku:  He said, "Sounds like an improvement on...                            So many people--

                                                          Heat, noise, traffic congestion,

                                                                  and planes overhead.