If I say to my wife,
“Lady Bird,”
she responds,
“Plant a tree, a bush, or a shrub,”
in a deep, accented, drawl.
Texas Spring roadsides respond
with flowers galore: bluebonnets,
Indian blankets and paintbrushes.
Lady Bird Johnson
made this world a better place.
Our Literary Journey 
Hey Bill. Long time no see! How have you been? I hope you will link up your 44-word poem to the dVerse prompt for today 🙂
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Hey, Lisa. I’m good, but busy. Yeah, I did the Mr Linkey thing. My last post before this was April 30, 2025. Been a minute for sure. Been busy gettin’ older and publishing books. 🙂
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Awesome on all counts! 🙂
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p.s. that’s a beauty of a poem (forgot to add that part 😉 )
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You’re allowed a wee break now and then, Bill, but my goodness, I was beginning to wonder where to send flowers! Good to see you, and I hope you are keeping well.
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Hey, Peter. I will try to be here more often. I am currently working on an anthology of poems for an open mic group I read with. I need to warm up my blog skills for April. 🙂
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Enjoy, and good luck with that!
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Hi Bill, What a great use of the prompt! This made me smile. My mom used to call me Lady Bird.
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Yes, she did; and so did (does) your quad. Thanks
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Bill! How lovely to see you in my inbox. And with a delightful Quadrille, to boot!
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I love that your title could also be referring to your beautiful wife. Loved this sweet piece, and all those flowers.
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Lots of emotion and good vibes in this, great poem!
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Nicely done!
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I enjoyed the playfulness in the poem. And I guess I don’t know enough about Lady Bird Johnson, but inferred some good stuff from the poem, so thank you.
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YAY to bluebonnets and lady bird– and to poems which honor her. thank you!
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