Farewell South Carolina

Never will I see pine trees, or dream of whistling wind in leaves, hear the moaning of the trains in lonely nighttime southern rains. Sunshine wakes a cross at morn. Unsatisfied, I rise at dawn. Moving to instinct unknown, once claimed this foreign place my home. Long ago, I dreamed of dance, heightened form of black romance. Remnants of the hopes so lost, yea our future was the cost. A house that stands yet vacant still, resting on yond massacre hill, you cared not that we would be him and her in house, so free. Your mind has gone too far beyond, places where the lost are fond. Rest in peace with hopes absurd. "I loved you once" an action word. 6/22/2022