Open Poetry #45 |
Southern Friend |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I forgot about everything That I had along the sand pipes of Virginia. The windy streets of the stew pot pie the southern drawl of grits between the early eye. The churches filled to the words of a preacher; the suits and dresses colored the high ceiling spectrum. I forgot my worries, strolling down the avenue where the stores were closed but a shoe shine was offered to a man without a southern voice. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Thanks for the travel snapshot and the 'hidden' stories one can conjure up within a mouthful of 'grits' memories. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, midnite.....appreciate the love. Tomer |
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