Letters

Dear Illinois,
You've got something I like
My letters go your way
It's not the snow or the cold
Or the wind that chills my bones
It might be too much to say.

Dear Iowa,
You've got something I want
But you're not there to stay
You have new people, books, and corn
If that doesn't keep you warm
I'm sending my love your way.

You
Can keep the letters and the love
And you
Will still shine brighter than the sun.

I wish you well.

Love,
Texas