Endless miles of telephone wires,
Serpentining off to infinity.
Endless fields of cotton growing.
Far as the eye’s can see.
Endless clouds roll to the west,
A vast assortment of faces,
Endless blue overhead, from horizon to horizon.
Endless days of summer.
Endless beauty of the stars,
On a sultry Texas night.
Endless light from long ago,
Of stars that ended before time.
(8/14/11-Alton Texas)
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