This is a first attempt at poetry, I am not even sure of the exact date. My first attempt at poetry. It is what it is. It's based on returning to NC after living in DC for 4 years from 1989 to 1993. I swore when I came back I would never make a career c
As time passes by thinking of my birthplace
I understand that no other place can be like here
The richness of its climate fall, winter, spring and summer
Gives a complete flavor of the seasons
In Fall the burnt orange and browns, and Yellows on the hardwoods
Evident everywhere we go
The colors blaze abundant on the crisp autumn days
Driving through the Carolina foot hills that is my home
During winters, crisp cold winds, occasional snows
Bring brisk exhilarating days, just cold enough
Mountain snows, abundant skiing, the colors of the evergreens
Coastal breezes temperate weather, Empty beaches
No better time to enjoy the oceans beauty
Spring brings a cascade of colors and odors
The sweet smell of blooming dogwoods, yellow and white
Brilliant flowers of the Azaleas, crimson, pink white and red
Gentle fragrant blooms of the magnolia
Nothing is like North Carolina in spring
Summer slowly eases the flowers away
The warmth of the sun, the call of the beaches
Hiking in the mountains, clear cold streams rushing by
Feeling the cold chill of the clear mountain water
Boating fishing, swimming, relaxing on the gentle lakes
A vacationer’s delight
A place of new things colored by its historical past
New Bern's colonial capital
The opulent beauty of Biltmore House
Old Salem and its period dress and delicacies
A mixture blended as a part of our legacy
Grace charm and the slow southern drawl
Still defines the way we live
Seemingly an island amidst arrogance and impatience
I love my North Carolina Home.
10/15/1995
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Written on 2013-05-29 at 18:28
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My North Carolina Home
North Carolinian born and bred, raised in a gentler slower timeAs time passes by thinking of my birthplace
I understand that no other place can be like here
The richness of its climate fall, winter, spring and summer
Gives a complete flavor of the seasons
In Fall the burnt orange and browns, and Yellows on the hardwoods
Evident everywhere we go
The colors blaze abundant on the crisp autumn days
Driving through the Carolina foot hills that is my home
During winters, crisp cold winds, occasional snows
Bring brisk exhilarating days, just cold enough
Mountain snows, abundant skiing, the colors of the evergreens
Coastal breezes temperate weather, Empty beaches
No better time to enjoy the oceans beauty
Spring brings a cascade of colors and odors
The sweet smell of blooming dogwoods, yellow and white
Brilliant flowers of the Azaleas, crimson, pink white and red
Gentle fragrant blooms of the magnolia
Nothing is like North Carolina in spring
Summer slowly eases the flowers away
The warmth of the sun, the call of the beaches
Hiking in the mountains, clear cold streams rushing by
Feeling the cold chill of the clear mountain water
Boating fishing, swimming, relaxing on the gentle lakes
A vacationer’s delight
A place of new things colored by its historical past
New Bern's colonial capital
The opulent beauty of Biltmore House
Old Salem and its period dress and delicacies
A mixture blended as a part of our legacy
Grace charm and the slow southern drawl
Still defines the way we live
Seemingly an island amidst arrogance and impatience
I love my North Carolina Home.
10/15/1995
Poetry by Kee Zealy
Read 568 times
Written on 2013-05-29 at 18:28
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