Song of the South

You are my Song.

Baby, my baby in those denim jeans,

I must make sure to search you for ticks.

Sugar, the sugar in my sweet iced tea

seems bitter when tasting your kiss.

Honey, the honey dripping off of the biscuits

isn't as sweet as your mouth.

Darling, my darling, you remind me of the delta

the Ozarks, the heartland, my Song of the South.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

How I loved the joy of your words! And moving here to the Ozarks from California, I could feel the sighs of your thoughts... the bliss of the South... the wondrous rhythm of your music... your heart... :)