Southern Summers I Recall
Deep down in America's southern land when I was a little lad, there were too Few Breezes on those long summer nights. There seemed no end to the sun shining fiery hot and bright. It wasn't just the weather but also people who didn't do it right. It sometimes felt so hopeless, like prosperity was far beyond sight. Mean weather and mean men created misery and desires to take flight.
Deep down in America's southern land when I was a little lad, it was hard to survive, much less thrive, where breezes were few from both humans and nature. Nature's breezes are set in motion and no human can control such powers in the universe. Our differences will usually bring us gains, but hate and bigotry will only drive us all insane. Our parents and friends were always there to calm our spirits and blow upon our pain.
Deep down in America's southern land when I was a little lad, there was much more to our unhappy life than the torching weather. For my generation, to continue living there was a "Never, no not never". I would not dare blame it all on the Gulf-driven humidity. There were also those dark human clouds that bore overwhelming words of hate and despair. There was cheap labor but no sharing of the wealth and too little sharing of the love.
Deep down in America's southern land when I was a little lad while chopping cotton or bailing hay, we always longed for a much better day. There was also a heaviness and a deep sense of stress that struck our hearts with loneliness.
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Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2018
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