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Southern Poetry

"When I consider Southern Poetry, the soft breeze of grace and majesty of the Old South comes back, like a long ago paradise of flowers, cotton fields, hanging trees and song birds, a sweat savor. Christian Southern Gentlemen and their Ladies Fair, their majestic columned plantation homes; happy children playing before them. But I am reminded also of Confederate Warriors suited for battle, in long gray lines, defending our Southern homeland. Southern Poetry allows me to relive as it were, our history, heritage and culture, like a weary warrior returning for a respite from the ravages of war, but for a moment, return to the splendor, grace and the nobility, a collective memory buried deep within the heart of the South." 

My memories are endless.

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The Rosebud

It is only a tiny rosebud, 
 a flower of God's design; 
 But I cannot unfold the petals 
 with these clumsy hands of mine. 

 The secret of unfolding flowers 
 is not known to such as I. 
 GOD opens the flower so sweetly 
 when in my hands they die. 

 If I cannot unfold a rosebud, 
 this flower of God's design, 
 then how I have the wisdom 
 to unfold this life of mine? 

 So I'll trust him for leading 
 each moment of my day. 
 I will look to him for guidance 
 each step of the pilgrim way. 

 The pathway that lies before me, 
 Only the Heavenly Father knows. 
 I'll trust Him to unfold the moments 
 Just as He unfolds the rose.

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The Christmas Donkey

I was just a little donkey
carrying a Special Load.
A weary Joseph led me...
and on my back, Mary Rode.

Mary was tired and cold
and needed a place to rest.
I tried to walk gently,
eager to do my best.

Inns in Bethlehem were crowded !!
No Innkeeper could let her stay
and could only offer them
A stable with a manger of hay.

Noise of the animals awoke me...
and I glanced at the Manger bed..
I witnessed that night, A MIRACLE!!!
The Baby laid down His Sweet Head..

Of all the other donkeys ..
I was most blessed than all of them...
Because I was the chosen donkey
to take Mary and Joseph to Bethlehem

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Rum Gully Grits Mill

Sunrise found the farmers waiting 
 at the grits mill by the stream. 
 With the sound of grinding corn, 
 neighbors worked as a team. 

 Sharecropping is just a memory... 
 No more tobacco to be strung~ 
 Cottonpicking is now mechanical. 
 There is no redneck song to be sung. 

 I am a redneck and proud of it. 
 We are a special breed. 
 Don't get on our 'fighting side'. 
 We stand up for what we believe. 

 We buy syrup in a bottle. 
 The grits mill grinds no more. 
 Vegetables don't taste the same~ 
 We buy them from a store. 

 No backache from picking cotton~ 
 Hands aren't bleeding and sore. 
 The grits mill has crumbled 
 Times just aren't the same anymore... 


 *correct spelling-grist 
 *(Southern Pronunciation = grits)

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Daddy's Shoes

Daddy walked behind the rusted plow 
 as I tried to follow his footprints. 
 'cause Daddy's shoes were so big, 
 my little feet just would not fit. 

 The hot sun made Daddy sweat 
 but Nellie Belle seem not to mind. 
 Often she walked that 'ole field 
 and her master walked behind. 

 Times were hard for Moma and Daddy 
 and as a child I did not know~~ 
 I was a sharecropper's daughter 
 and we were very poor~ 

 Seeing Moma with needle and twine, 
 I didn't realize his shoes were torn. 
 I played and ran outdoors 
 and secretly threw the hogs his corn~~ 

 I often wander back in time..... 
 to those days, so innocent and free, 
 when we plowed the 'ole fields~~ 
 my daddy, Nellie Belle and me.

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The Old Rugged Cross

When I exchange life's rugged cross 
 for Eternity's crown; 
 my soul is rid of sorrow, 
 my burden all laid down... 

 I will trade my rags so wretched 
 for a grown of white. 
 When I see Jesus, 
 everything's 'gonna be all right. 

 No more tears will wet night's darkness, 
 no more loneliness and dread~ 
 no more fearing the future 
 nor of what may be ahead. 

 No more guilty pain of faulting, 
 nor pangs of yesterday, 
 I'll have reached Life Immortal 
 in the True and Living way~

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Little Tug Boats

I sat on a redwood dock 
 in the town of Crescent City. 
 My mom had recently died. 
 and my heart was full of pity. 

 South Carolina is my home 
 but I needed to flee. 
 Under cold and starry skies 
 tugboats pulled big ships out to sea. 

 I felt like the little boats. 
 I've struggled to do my best. 
 As big ships gathered speed, 
 the tugboats returned to rest. 

 Eyes focused to see the redwoods, 
 only God could create. 
 No one can deny the miracle, 
 the redwoods that He made. 

 The great Pacific Ocean, 
 miles from my eastern shore, 
 Mom has crossed her ocean. 
 She rests, now, forever more.

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Little Blue Shoes

Angels in Heaven,You've held him so long! 
 He's painted your skies brighter hues 
 while I've sat alone crooning a song~ 
 holding his little blue shoes. 

 In the stars that twinkle above 
 though the blue of the skies, 
 shines again the light of his love 
 Coming straight from his own blue eyes. 

 On the shifting and dancing moonbeams 
 that reach from Heaven to earth, 
 I see my sweet baby in dreams 
 drifting to the Land of his birth. 

 In the curve of the rainbow 
 I see the smile of his baby lips 
 and a bit of Heaven comes below 
 to the mother who of sorrow sips. 

 Angels in Heaven, who guard my trust, 
 shelter him from all harm- 
 till I shall pass from "dust to dust"~~ 
 waking with him in my arms.

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Vietnam Hero

He was getting old and forgetful, 
 and his hair was turning grey, 
 and he sat around the Legion, 
 telling stories of another day. 

 Of a war that he once fought in 
 and the deeds that he had done, 
 in his exploits with his buddies, 
 they were heroes, everyone. 

 And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors 
 his tales became a joke, 
 all his buddies listened quietly 
 for they knew whereof he spoke. 

 But we'll hear his tales no longer, 
 for ole' Gregg has passed away, 
 and the world's a little poorer 
 for a soldier died today.

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Flight Mh370

People were busy looking at the monitor in the airport. 
 Newly-weds, vacationers and some hoping for a chance 
 found their seats and settled down for a long trip. 
 The airplane ascended until cars resembled ants. 

 Exited, some of the group had never flown. 
 Some passengers napped while a child cried. 
 Hours passed and a regular flyer questioned, 
 “What’s going on? This is not right!” 

 We know not the rest of the events. 
 A mystery may not ever be solved. 
 Panic-stricken families, baffled friends~ 
 The only emotion that may remain is love.