Best Dixieland Poems

Way down here
In the swamps of Dixie,
Where I learned to dance
With gators grinning,
There’s music like none
You’ve ever heard.
It laces the bayous
In passionate tones,
Enough to make you
Want to move your feet.

There’s more history
In this place
Than you might imagine,
Alive and burning
On the edges 
Of modern civility.
It refuses...

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The first born spoke memories of my birth.
He remembered O’Toole [our father] spinning gravel
at the corner of Deerfield and Glenwood blaring
Dixieland Jazz from the AM radio of the red Rambler,
“Outamyway Wegota Yankee Doodle Dandy. . .”

I was born on the 4th of July. I was...

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Dixieland Ghost
In the South. Deep in the hills.
There is a forgotten town. Of a war past.
On a clear night you can see an old schoolhouse.
Next to a grave yard of soldiers from the past.
When the moon is full and all is still. 
A light appears...

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