The Ashley and the Cooper, two rivers in the south Gently cradle an old and lovely city at their mouth A city known as Charleston, both welcoming and warm Known for stately grandeur and old hisoric charm
Stories of the past at every doorstep to be told A magnolia to symbolize the beauty to behold A long remembered walk through quaint old city streets A favorite little restaurant where evrybody meets
A place that takes you back to an era more serene But lovelier than any place imagined in your dream Old brick walks and wrought iron gates entice you to come in And wonder back to view the hidden garden found within
Cherished relics of the past are proudly on display Respected and revered for the history they portray There is no other city with more aesthetic worth Or a sense of heritage as Charlestonians by birth
Have you ever seen the Ashley with moonlight dancing on its crests? Or stood on Isle of Palms to watch the sun set in the west? Have you ever heard stories handed down by word of mouth Always spun into captivating tales of the Old South?
A devastating hurricane could not destroy the pride Or the spirit of a city with the Ashley by its side The architecture, character and charm remain in tact Charleston is beckoning for me to venture back
[This message has been edited by Elizabeth Santos (edited 02-11-2000).]
You portrayed wonderful thoughts here, I felt I was there even though I've never been there. I love the way your poems flow with such grace, makes me feel I'm floating peacefully on a boat in a calm sea.
you don't per chance happen to be on the payroll for the Charleston Chamber of Commerce... *smile* wonderful work... never been to Charleston in real life... but have been there now through your beautiful words....
Member Rara Avis
Thank you lost dreamer and Mike. I know you have both been reading my poems.
I would like to apologize to everyone for not keeping up with reading everybody's poetry, but I am unable to keep up right now. I am not even writing, but have posted some old poems which were written last year. I look at all the titles of poems being posted and long to read them. Please don't think I'm not interested. I'm just trying to deal with what's going on in my family right now
ALSO.. Denise is unable to read and reply due to computer problems. Our "Guardian Angel" is temporarily out of commision. Thanks for your understanding
Liz and Denise
Elizabeth, my friend- This lady of the South appreciates the beauty of your poem. The streets of Charleston beckon me to visit often. I've stood on the bank of the river and seen the magnolia in bloom, its fragrance sweetening the night. Lovely, just lovely thoughts.
Hugs to DENISE ~*Marge*~
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Sunshine, I don't know where you dug this up, but thank you for bringing it back, for there were responses that I hadn't seen. Sometimes these poems slip away so fast, you can't keep up. Thank you all for your wonderful comments. The city is more beautiful than any poem could describe Liz
This is so beautiful, Elizabeth!! This is one that I missed when my computer was on the fritz! Thanks for letting everyone know! Thanks for the the HUGS, Marge! Thanks for bringing this back up, Sunshine! I am so glad that you did!!