This is a re-write of one of my first poems I posted. Comments and critique would be appreciated
I'm From the South
I'm from the South
Where neighbors are trustworthy
Where doors are kept unlocked
Where the rebel flag soars like an Eagle flying forever in the sky
Where the deep southern drawl is a language all its own
Where time is not measured by a clock, but moments spent with family
I'm from Georgia
Where honeysuckle sweetens the summer air
Where children run barefoot in through the creek
Where golden sunflowers blossom in the fall
Where jacked-up trucks are made for playing in the the Georiga clay
I'm from Moreland
Where my roots run deep
Where everyone is friend or family
Where the town consists of a school and church
Where my cousin is the mayor
I'm from the Evans
Where God is the foundation of our family
Where Granny kills snakes with the garden hoe
Where my cousins and I spent our childhood building forts in the woods
Where Saturdays are meant for family horseback rides
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