Georgia On My Mind
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The reference to "rosebud" is my niece Roselyn (we call her rosebud as a nickname).
I've lived in Idaho before they turned our state sideways to resemble a gun
Seen lively conversation stop midsentence aftering catching a glimpse Of the sun
Yeah and some may say we got rivers, but they're dead wrong.
These are God's Tears And He still hasn't forgotten
How beautiful it is here.
Or perhaps it's something more,
and it's just His way of saying I'm gonna miss you.
One last parting gift before saying farewell
to the edge of the world.
Maybe it's a free-fall into insanity Or a flower becoming unfurled
Cause who would have known I'd ever be leaving
... not across the street ... but to Timbuktu
And for those who have been so inclined
to keep track of me
I'm sure y'all know
That I've got Georgia on my mind.
I'm told they got red clay and mud lakes
with river names that are a mouthful Or maybe it was the humidity
But to me the only thing that's green is the okra and them fried 'maters
(my envy surely isn't)
They tell me that I live in the City of Trees, currently,
but honey We got the entire eastern side of the New World
Or perhaps it was all a practical joke and I'm REALLY moving to Jamaica
... with the amount of limbo that's been going on in my heart
Maybe our landlord secretly takes pleasure
in watching lives fall apart.
(or maybe she's an angel in disguise
telling me that the time is come
for a change)
It's all so strange And in any case
It's happening regardless Whether Life's Tragedy Or God's Comedy
Soon my domain will be reduced to that of a Cardboard Castle:
No king, no queen ...... but I hear they got a jester;
and if we're lucky, we can invite him over for kicks and giggles
when it all becomes a Yardsaler's Utopia.
Heck. Maybe I can convince those suckers
that our lemonade is actually liquid gold
and we can raise enough money to get out of dodge.
(maybe my mind would be clearer
if when I looked in the mirror
I didn't see such a God forsaken hodge-podge)
Perhaps it'll all work out
or it will all go south
(figuratively? literally? I forget which)
But then my spiel ceases Thinking of my nieces
Whom the last time I saw Left me in pieces
I've got one Madelyn Amelia
who just discovered the moon.
Her sister too, a rosebud,
but still in bloom.
Can I chase them to edge of the field
and twirl 'em around like a sack of potatoes?
Or just get teary-eyed in brief remembrance
of my life here in Idaho.
Can I wrap 'em in my arms forever
as they go Merry-Go-Rounds
around my heart?
Or will it be like it was before,
see ya sometime maybe never
Yeah for those that have been so inclined
to keep track of me
I'm sure y'all know
That I've got Georgia on my mind
... but do they sell midnight tickets,
that go sailing off to the light of dawn?
... or just go careening off
the edge of the earth.
Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016
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