Inktober 2019: Legend

The Inktober theme for this post is legend. One of my favorite stories is the The Legend of the Bluebonnet. Like most Texans I love wildflowers especially bluebonnets. We love bluebonnets so much we even made them the state flower of Texas. In the spring time when the bluebonnets are out it isn’t uncommon to see people pulled over on the side of the road taking pictures in the bluebonnets. We are just crazy about bluebonnets. OK, so maybe to non-Texans we are just crazy. I have include an actual bluebonnet and a drawing of a bluebonnet.

Bluebonnet

Ink drawing of bluebonnets.

The Legend of the Bluebonnet

The Texas fields are covered
With a blanket of deep blue.
But for a little Indian girl,
This would not be true.

Texas land was buried and dry.
Rains just would not come.
Indians danced and prayed for rain,
And beat upon their drums.

The Chief made a proclamation.He appealed to one and all.
A prized possession must be sacrificed
Before the rains would fall.

The Indian camp was silent,
While each person searched his heart.
But when it came to sacrifice,
With possessions they would not part.

Suddenly a little girl stepped forth,
Holding her blue-clad doll.
She placed it in the roaring fire
and raindrops began to fall.

The rain brought forth the grass,
Among its blades, flowers of blue.
To be a sign for all the time
Of a love so pure and true.

3 comments

  1. I have not heard the legend of the Bluebonnet. I love to see pictures of those fields of flowers, but I have never seen any in real life. They are beautiful. I also like the link to the games. Thanks for all of your posts! 🙂

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