06.04.11: Howdy from Texas, the tour started yesterday with the poem below before I even left home one of the nine I wrote before I got there in fact it was written over breakfast following one of natures wake up calls:

05.04.11 - 4) 

From my slumber awoken by the rain

Beating a tattoo on my window pain

Not for long it soon ceased

The blowing wind slowly eased

Then on that day in Spring

A little bird began to sing

A tone so shrill it sang a trill

Singing so sweet to those in the street

I don’t know how long it lasted

As I lay in bed, pillow over my head

Thinking “SHUT UP! noisy little *******