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Southern Hospitality

There was a dark moment in my memory. I got an example of “southern hospitality”. A man I knew who was the epitome of a friend, unfortunately had to have his life end. Up to today, he is a friend I miss. I don’t know what he did to deserve this. In the faint light of an early dawn, there was a smoldering cross on his lawn. They found him on the other side of town. Men had to climb high to cut him down. What a terrible and dastardly sight to see. His tongue was sticking out as he was hanging from a tree.

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Robin Davis

Date: 2/27/2014 8:23:00 AM

Robert Such a strong and emotional write. There should never be a time one person hurts another. Its wrong and has to stop. Thanks for the wonderful comment on my Lifeline To My Heart poem

Debbie Duncan

Date: 8/20/2012 8:58:00 PM

very good write,,,, did you truly know this person or is it just a story ;}

Robert Pettit
Date: 8/21/2012 12:04:00 AM

I've always lived north of the Mason-Dixon line, and I'm too young to remember those types of lynchings which took place mostly before World War II.

Charles Henderson

Date: 8/18/2012 9:57:00 PM

reminds me of a guy I saw in a high speed wreck. He voided his tongue, at least quite a bit of it. Somewhat of an impact on me thats for sure. So, not a pleasant write you have intentionally made but a very good one as always.

Delysia Hendricks

Date: 8/18/2012 9:50:00 PM

More like Southern Brutality, Robert. B*stards. Good writing, my friend. Your rhyming is impeccable. :)

Robert Pettit
Date: 8/18/2012 9:59:00 PM

I saw a video on YouTube that showed photographs of lynchings to the tune of "Strange Fruit" by the late Billie Holliday. This inspired me to write and present this piece.