Drinking in Spring using a thimble was so limiting

                           That I tried a teacup,

                           And then a large bucket.

 

                           Even then it was difficult

                           To savor all the greens in the forest,

                           Yet still sip up the flowers along the roadside,

                           Who whispered, “sample me.”

 

                           So Spring sang her special song,

                           And spread her banquet of beauty,

                           For all Texans to taste,

                           But you will need a wash tub at least!

                                                                            Cerita M. Hewett

                                                                            April 11, 2013