Journey To the Deep South
Scent of pine trees and cucumbers,
and I know I have arrived down south.
The first palm trees appear
on the horizon,
as I pull off of the interstate
for gas and a breakfast of eggs and grits.
With the flavors fresh on my palette
and a thermos of freshly brewed, sweet tea,
I roll on down the road.
At a cork plantation South Carolina.
An attendant cuts a piece of bark and there,
underneath is lay a plug of cushiony cork.
I am awed at the trees and how they are harvested;
felled, bark is cut away from the lower trunk.
Back on the interstate,
wondrous pine scent permeates my nostrils;
eventually my eyes meet the lovely moss
hanging from tree boughs;
and the pine is eclipsed
by magnolia’s fragrance
as I pass through
the drive of, “The Shade Garden”.
It’s a good thing
I brought my binoculars;
it’s home to some
delightful bird species.
Finding a cozy bed and breakfast;
it’s mossy, shade-laden grounds
are the perfect spot relax
while sipping sweet mint tea.
10-23-2020
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (31)any form any theme
Brian Strand
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