Springtime
in the rural South land
soon it will he hot and moist;
four teenage girls
in short shorts
sitting on a mat
in the gymnasium
trying to look sultry
A well seasoned town
with septic tanks
gators and armadillos
Friday night lights
churches and clean living
where everyone is drunk or high
bored or in pain
varicose veins and tourists
Canadian snow birds
pony tails and herpes
shopping at Walmart
camouflage clothes and white bread
afternoon rains
starry starry nights
blurring the lines
between the horizon and poverty.
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photo is mine – behind my house
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I have to say thank you for so many great posts and photos. I love your blog ❤
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Thank you Lara for the kind remarks. How am I going to get my hat on?
🙂
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Ah shove that hat on – you deserve praise and admiration for this blog! ❤
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Another great poem, Frank. I have to say though, it puts me off Florida a great deal…
Best wishes, Pete.
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Hi Pete! It ain’t ALL like that! (but some of it is!!)
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I get the general idea, Frank…
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Except for the gators and armadillos, you just painted a word picture of Nashville, where I lived for almost two years.
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Powerful verses…. I love your sociological approach here, dear Toritto. All my best wishes. Aquileana 🙂
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Just the best!
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Many thanks for the kind remarks JoHanna. Regards from Florida.
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