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Thursday, April 23, 2015

I SENSE THE SOUTH



Like thick molasses the balmy air covers my skin, 

I inhale the intoxicating aroma of magnolia and honeysuckle, 

My lungs fill with air heavy with cotton seed and pollens, 

Blue eyes transfix on numerous hues of greens and golds, 

Songs of the cardinal overshadowed by the mockingbird echo in my mind, 

Rocking silently on the front porch of my house, I sense the South.