Well, thanks again for our guest bishop stepping in while I was away with the family in Lubbock Texas. One thing that happens to a man when he goes to Lubbock Texas is that he realizes how much the Lord has blessed him to be able to live in Provo Utah, what, with these beautiful mountains and our plentiful shopping areas that are closed on Sunday. Lubbock, my heart goes out to you. You have no mountains and your stores are open on Sunday so your town folk may be tempted to break the Sabbath. Oh, Lubbock Texas, how have you fallen so low?
A poem for Lubbock
Lubbock, tempt me not
with our trinkets and your wine.
I never meant to sin
in such a dusty place.
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3 comments:
It doesn't rhyme.
I thought poems were supposed to rhyme.
I love Lubbock. It's the anti-mountains. You can see forever. More sky than anywhere in the world. On the other hand, in Provo, no matter where you want to go, there's a mountain in the way.
That poem brought me to tears.
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