OdeA Poem by SwordfishHail to thee sweet southern lady Ripe with charm are thee Tis calm beneath your willows Tis warm beneath your leaves Tho many wish for days of olden This hour I do see A potent poets sultry potion Poured out for us to breathe Why doth thee dwell in such a world Of greed and speed and clamor Why not return from where you came Tis surely glitz and glamour Or are thou here upon command For sons to catch a peak Is it thou choice or by His voice That thee doth pass the week No matter what the rhyme or reason There rarely be a cloud Whatever be the time or season Hail to thee! The South! © 2015 Swordfish |
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