Down South

Back down South
Where the air is fresh
Trees cover the open plains
Free from the hardships of the west

Apple Pie, Pot Pie, Cherry Pie, Fish Fry
Food for the soul and for you and me
Bright days, Dark nights and star gazing
Simple life at its best; not a care in the world

Back down South
Where the air is fresh
Trees cover the open plains
A place for you and me



Poetry by Coolaaron88
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Written on 2006-07-26 at 00:55

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Kathy Lockhart
This is a very endearing poem. I love the sense of freshness and simplicity of the southern living you speak of.
"Apple Pie, Pot Pie, Cherry Pie, Fish Fry
Food for the soul and for you and me"
these lines put a great big smile on my face! Wonderful write! :) kathy
2006-07-26