Monday, June 27, 2011

Hospitable South

Laid back,
It’s no wonder
You’re under her spell
Southern beauty
In a pastel shell

As the sky turns brighter
As the grass shades greener
As the air itself
Seems much crisper,
Seems cleaner
A heavenly gelling
A sweeter horizon
To aspire
To calm
To ease into
A state of blissfulness

Travelling to a place,
Where anxiety is understood
But not the template
Seen in the hands and voice
Of the northern man

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