Where the black top ends
And you find country green
A little house sets back upon a small hill
Peace and love grows there
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What a pleasingly lovely poem! Chock full of good positive emotions about the soft place we have to land, our home. It's a shame not everyone has a 'home', we are fortunate, the ones that do. I'm a Southerner as well, so I know what you mean about fresh fruits, sweet tea and good conversation. A Southerner's good conversation certainly goes better with some freshly made pound cake, doesn't it? :) Great poem! Fondly, Ashley xo
Makes you just want to put your feet up and rest a while, home sweet home Patricia... You have frogs in trees strange place..: -) A perfect ten southern lady...