Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Travels
Travels
On a six-hour trip back to Texas, I visit many spots
in order to make my time worthwhile, and I've hit many jackpots:
A book signing in Amarillo, two nights there with Floye and Guss,
church service at Flomot on Sunday where they lovingly welcomed us,
great food at Quitaque's Sportsman Café, then a big anniversary bash
for Ben and Myra's fiftieth, old memories to rehash.
A week in Lubbock with Rhonda and Joe, their kids and granddog Humbug,
two days with Ronald and Waydie in their beautiful home so snug,
where we cowboy'd a bit in early morn and hauled calves to the sale,
returning in time for the Do Gooders' meet, to stitch on a quilt, swapping tales.
'Twas mentioned that our morning's work amongst the herd of cattle
could not compare to the b.s. served with the quilters' prattle.
To the Rhodes B&B at Carey and the renovated old school
where Harry attended in bygone days in misery, as a rule.
Two nights with Peggy Stewart and visits with other friends,
then back to Turkey for the Jamboree where music never ends.
In the beautiful Gem Theater, Waydie and I once again
joined our voices in gospel harmony, fifty years of silence to span.
Marie, my usual hostess for sweet rest through the night,
is always so gracious and helpful, her home a welcome sight.
One more anniversary party for Weldon and Helen Hayes,
then westward toward the setting sun after seventeen glorious days.
Two inches of rain in the gauge was icing on the cake
when I arrived home safe and sound, a long, long rest to take.
Cora Gail Trent
www.cgtrent.com
On a six-hour trip back to Texas, I visit many spots
in order to make my time worthwhile, and I've hit many jackpots:
A book signing in Amarillo, two nights there with Floye and Guss,
church service at Flomot on Sunday where they lovingly welcomed us,
great food at Quitaque's Sportsman Café, then a big anniversary bash
for Ben and Myra's fiftieth, old memories to rehash.
A week in Lubbock with Rhonda and Joe, their kids and granddog Humbug,
two days with Ronald and Waydie in their beautiful home so snug,
where we cowboy'd a bit in early morn and hauled calves to the sale,
returning in time for the Do Gooders' meet, to stitch on a quilt, swapping tales.
'Twas mentioned that our morning's work amongst the herd of cattle
could not compare to the b.s. served with the quilters' prattle.
To the Rhodes B&B at Carey and the renovated old school
where Harry attended in bygone days in misery, as a rule.
Two nights with Peggy Stewart and visits with other friends,
then back to Turkey for the Jamboree where music never ends.
In the beautiful Gem Theater, Waydie and I once again
joined our voices in gospel harmony, fifty years of silence to span.
Marie, my usual hostess for sweet rest through the night,
is always so gracious and helpful, her home a welcome sight.
One more anniversary party for Weldon and Helen Hayes,
then westward toward the setting sun after seventeen glorious days.
Two inches of rain in the gauge was icing on the cake
when I arrived home safe and sound, a long, long rest to take.
Cora Gail Trent
www.cgtrent.com
