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Southern Melodies

Wind blows through the willows
whispering sad melodies
of ghost of the south understood by all
sitting on grandma's porch listening to stories
of our past spoken from generation to generation,
sipping iced tea, knowing comfort
of truth in friends and family,
Southern Grace comes in Georgia smiles,
plantations and cotton fields of home.

 

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  • Luna Tique Fringe gold member
    February 19

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    Grandma's porch, no more sacred ground than that, lol. Lovely feelings captured here. Thank you for your entry.

  • Kathryn Bowden
    February 5
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    beautiful!

    when I read things like this I am proud all over again to be from Ga!

  • CountryCousin
    February 4

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    Oh wow.

    There is so much in this poem especially the line about a ghost of the south understood by all. Keep up the good work.

  • Rheea gold member
    February 4

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    plantations of yesteryears and cottonfields of yesteryears.. yes I know your southern this is outdated but so beautiful as the picture on this page of family reunions..


  • Dalaney gold member
    January 21

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    I like.
    Whimsically written, my friend,
    and very appreciated by me.
    Love, Lane

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