Many people who move to the Lone Star State often ask “When am I a real Texan?” That was the inspiration for Typewriter Rodeo’s Jodi Egerton as she wrote this week’s poem.
When You Are a Texan
It’s not the day you pul into town
Haulin boxes and slinging allen wrenches
It’s not the day your plates arrive
Or your new license, or your insurance card
It’s not even the day you register to vote
(Though that’s a good one, to be sure)
It’s this: the first mornin you catch
The slowly arcing waves of pink and orange
Tracing swirls across the big blue sky
The first dusk you pause to watch as each
Breathes gold
The first bluebonnet you spot on the highway
And the first good laugh with new dear friends
Where you realize…
I’m home.
That’s when it’s real and good and true
And you can call yourself a Texan too.