Memories of the South emerge from my mind,
Remembering the days left quite far behind;
Times to treasure where North met South,
With its scrumptious foods that melt in your mouth;
Courteous manners, so kind and gracious,
Fields of cotton balls, white and spacious.
The slow, care-free pace and humid, sunny air;
Culture shock to Yankees, who don’t prepare!
White sandy beaches and monstrous waves;
Vicksburg Park and its national graves.
Humming birds dancing, fluttering about
Swimming and fishing at the lakes, hanging out.
Back woods restaurants and famous ones in town;
Antebellum mansions and their beauties in huge gowns.
Picnics in the parks and visits to the zoos;
Gary Walters Art and the smooth Delta Blues!
Barges and Steam boats floating down the river;
Huge, creepy roaches that always made me shiver!
The silver Ventura cruisin’ down the road;
Giant, juicy watermelons sold from a truck load.
Peanuts for sale boiled on the street sides;
Backyard barbecues and wacky water slides.
Magnificent Magnolias, sheer beauty to behold;
Cheerful Song Birds chirping so bold.
Friendly hospitality and slow, Southern drawls;
Antique shops, no comparison to the malls!
Camelia bushes and yards of rare exotic flowers;
Scary tornado watches and surprising rain showers.
The fragrant pine trees reaching tall with grace;
The beauty and peace down the crisp Natchez Trace.
Cracking crawfish and slurping down great gumbo;
Plump pralines, etouffee, and shrimp so jumbo!
Driving over the spillway at Ross Barnett Reservoir;
Kissing on the pier with a proposal soon in store!
Touring the Delta beauty in the wide flatlands;
Arts and crafts at festivals high in demand.
Country music drifted at the merry county fair,
While Southern boys hummed without even a care.
“Howdy, Ma am! So proud to be in dixie!” I would hear them say,
In cowboy boots and hats, still proudly worn today!
Of course the rebel flag usually hung close by,
Displayed in their trucks by almost every guy!
The nice flat homes all on one floor,
With bountiful fruit trees just out the back door.
The red clay dirt, so smooth, hardly gritty;
Spanish moss, oddly enough, hanging quite pretty.
Farms with livestock their farmers would prize;
Pecans picked off trees to make delicious pies.
The gorgeous Gulf Coast takes your breath away,
And around every corner is an endless buffet!
Oh, countless memories seem to abound,
But the best by far is the man that I found;
With a great big smile, he said, “How y’all doin’?
He fixed my car; I finally stopped stewing!
His gentle and kind words touched my heart;
Friendship began, but those sparks would not depart!
North and South were brought together that day
By a Sovereign God who led the whole way.
That journey began, my memory most dear,
In the Magnolia State, new love to share;
In the land of cotton, a beautiful sight,
Where memories abound, and cookin’s done right!!
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