Southern Beauty
https://soundcloud.com/kentucky-gal/2014-09-27-09-15-43717a
How sweet is the southern beauty of a country rose blossom today.
Soft scents that float gently on the breeze through trees that sway.
With bare feet I wander country roads through heavenly display.
Across the emerald meadows on hills where butterflies play.
Skirt held high above knees in crystal waters of the creek I wade.
Sun kissed cheeks, rosy red as I lay 'neath the big oak trees shade.
I gaze up into the great cathedral of blue high above me.
In awe as downy white clouds float lazily along for me to see.
Like tiny feathers from heaven cherry blossoms fall to the ground.
Whilst off in the distance I hear the lonesome train whistle sound.
Quietly I watch a family of deer so shy as the tree line they grace.
Whilst the lonesome sound of the whippoorwill puts a smile on my face.
So thankful am I that these brown eyes can see.
This heavenly picture God has painted for me.
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