Southern Love Southern Hate

Southern love, Southern hate they are the opposite of each other I have memories of both in the State I love dearly. Going back to a old plantation home in the South , as a child I played in the many Pecan trees , collecting baskets upon baskets of fresh pecans . the smell of fresh pies , of pecan and rhubarb , oh my Mom took the prize . One afternoon , School was out , it was in summer , reminisce of fresh lemonade My Mother called my name 'child come in here now " in the middle of the day ' she many times called and I would hide in this paradise full of honeysuckle and pecans . This time the tone was one of fear , and alert , "come inside Now" I ran to the top of the old plantation stairs to my Mother . I saw in the distance what seemed to be a parade in the day . This time the parade was of people in "white sheets ' going door to door, just like salesman they would knock , they would greet . my Mother said " We have no time for this here " leave now , and leave fast. yours is only teachings of Discriminate . she sent them quickly away , giving back the paper , the invite These people dressed in funny white sheets . only later I discovered what this was about Your Parents do their very best , to keep any Evil out . These people are not just from the South , they are all over the World Leaving me that day with no doubt . Make the choice you have , we all do Remember Gods Children are innocent , and many a color , they could be Blue ~