Bogue Homa

A Poem of Home

The secrets of ages you keep
Under Spanish Moss gray
Back in the swamps so deep
Where we all loved to play

With happy voices you rang
And you swelled with our love
Under your trees our family sang
Innocent as the dove

Your colors were oh so green
Both in wood and field
Beauty to be seen
And destinies to build

Be now a blessing to our remembrance
Deep in your Southern sauna
In your forest dense
Oh sweet Bogue Homa