He's as high as a georgia pine, my father'd say, half laughing. southern trees
as measure, metaphor. highways lined with kudzu-covered southern trees.
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Evie, you are a great lover of nature and the reader can say it with conviction now, Thanks for sharing a beautiful poem.
one hundred degrees in the shade: we settle into still pools of humidity, moss- dark, beneath live oaks- - - - - - yes, indeed, the southern humidity WEIGHS on you feels like the grossest-hot sweaty uncleansing shower you will ever be in. pools of humidity- a most perfect phrase for the most unpleasant feeling
A nicely crafted poem. So delicately written. Thanks for the sharing.
Lovely poem. The natural environment of a place where we grow up is never away from us.
So nice with an unique style. Enjoyed.