Carolina
Churches sit upon red hills
And blue birdsong such a thrill
Romantic eyes looks that kill
Onyx night sky blue and still
Lovely southern accent that rings
In ears like song of sweetest dreams
Neighborhood nosey busy body
And dogwood flowers by the creek
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2024
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