‘Round here:
Grounds keep us grounded.
Eagle eyes.
Energized.
For morning commutes to big booming business
Or big mama’s bedside
‘Round here:
We sacrifice
Sow so diligently
It’s sensible that the grounds we trod would feel obliged to show gratitude.
Sportsmans’ Paradise, Lone Star, Natural State
Scenery that changes any bad attitude, in its natural state
Pines as strong as workers in the factories who’ve ensured another day of prosperity
Magnolias wide and welcoming like teachers at the sound of school bells before bright eyed posterity
‘Round here:
Café perks give us the jolt we need to live out our life’s work
Inscribed on our hearts you’ll read smooth jazz in a park
Painters, dancers, writers showcasing their art
‘Round here:
We don’t always come in when the street lights come on
You’re liable to catch us out all night long
Fireworks over Four States
Christmas lights along Cane River Lake
Wake up, get a mocha or two to rejuvenate
Bluebonnet petals prepare our paths
Mother on the porch, rocking with her head wrapped
Father cutting and sending up timber in the back
Grand little ones scattered abroad, air lightens by their laugh
‘Round here:
We sup together
A generations old diner or in the church’s fellowship hall
You won’t find anything finer, not at all
Oh, taste and see that the Ark-La-Tex is good.
We put the neighbor in neighborhood.
Whether you’re a new resident, a visitor, or have always called this home
‘Round here:
Faith. Family. Fellowship. Fun. We’re friends you can always count on.