Author Berta Hart Nance Beside the road to Texas My father's mother lies,With dust upon her bosom, And dust upon her eyes.Oh, cruel road to Texas, How many hearts you brokeBefore you gave to Texas The rugged strength of oak. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments