Cold metal dipper
icy-wet well water flows
sweetly down my throat
*****
Southern pine trees sway
so tall in the southern breeze
And smell of citrus
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Sagging, old buildings
tasting of our history
rotting, forgotten
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I smell the mountains
the rain, the damp moss and leaves
The scent takes me home
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The forest is still
I lean back against my tree
and sleep for awhile
*****
Decoration Day
at the town's cemetary
everyone is here
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