South of the Border

I know the land where the lemon-trees flower, South of the border, in the Sunshine State. Where the warmth lifts up a lithesome sunflower and the sour juice cleanses my fruitful plate. The warm breezes my wan spirit seizes. The palm trees sway. I dance with them. I know the land where the lemon-trees flower, where my ivory skin tans and citrus dyes my hair, where the scent of the beaches overpower, into the loving eyes of a weeklong vacation I stare. The warm breezes my wan spirit seizes. The palm trees sway. I dance with them. Yes, I know that scented peninsula, so close to my home, that undulates like waves with gentility. The coconut beaches pound out its mighty prose and I sing with open palms, bare feet and fertility. The warm breezes my wan spirit seizes. The palm trees sway. I dance with them. 7/31/2018 Pretty Poem Please Poetry Contest Sponsor: Julia Ward