TEXAS SERENADE
Under the Texan sun’s golden embrace,
In Austin’s embrace, 1975’s whispered grace,
A girl, her hair a tapestry of auburn hues,
Tends to the land, her familial dues.
She steals into the sitting room’s warm glow,
Where Farrah Fawcett’s allure does flow,
Beside her father, silent in his chair,
They share the tales the screen does bear.
Beyond the pane, tumbleweeds dance,
A wild ballet, a wind’s swift trance,
She fetches milk, pure and white,
His smile, a language, silent and right.
Amidst sips, a fiddle’s tune does sing,
Gospel melodies, to hearts they cling,
A congregation gathers, souls alight,
In prayers and praises, seeking solace’s height.
She dons her boots, her jacket snug,
Joins the fold, beneath the sky’s vast rug,
Her whispered supplications, heartfelt and true,
Beseech the heavens for her father’s due.
Homeward bound, as twilight descends,
Her father’s silhouette, a cherished friend,
“Ready for slumber?” she softly imparts,
His whispered “yes,” a tender heart’s start.
Her eyes betray, a tear’s tender flow,
Cradling his hand, she murmurs a sacred vow,
“In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost,”
Their bond unbroken, love’s eternal boast.
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