whoweare

A Song of the South

And as my eyes do lift open softly

 

bathing the world in my sight,

 

While the bleary world passes

 

The car, and I see the most 

 

Beauty offered by the south land.

 

 

Glimmering golden fields lit so brightly

 

The sun not yet at full mast

 

Wind bends  grain’s tips of whiteness

 

Grain the color of well cooked toast

 

Cooked carefully by God’s hand

 

 

A little one dressed semi properly 

 

Falls on her hands, does not cry

 

But crawls quick in the grasses

 

And grabs the dog’s tail, almost

 

As mom watches from’a porch fan.

 

 

Now the old chapel’s door opens fully

 

Out walks pastor Brown, called Mike

 

Going to have his breakfast,

 

Getting in the truck with rust,

 

And driving to Karie and Stan’s

 

 

The whippoorwills whistle somewhere faintly,

 

As deer swim in dim moonlight 

 

The trees creak, the creek babbles

 

But the moon stands out foremost

 

Cleaner than on any other sand.

 

 

And now you might just see the south partially,

 

 The south through my eyes you might

 

And love it’s beautiful fences

 

And love it’s delicious toast

 

Love the beauty if you can.