“What’s in a name?" Juliet asks Romeo...
“That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet...”
My Southern Magnolia is nothing like a thorny rose...
Her blossoms are of a breathtaking treat...
Her beauty and splendor often attract all the others...
Her fragrant blossoms last through the Spring and Summer...
There’s no ending of love for my Southern Magnolia...
While constantly battling the curious newcomer...
......
Here I sit...
In a field of cotton...
A dying tree...
Long forgotten...
Life was good...
At one time or another...
There were two of us...
Just me and my brother...
......
Life of a Southerner is simple...
Yet complicated in the same vein...
Plantation life combines the family...
And the workers as one in the same...
As we sit on the screened porch...
Of the Patout family’s homestead...
We look across the sugarcane fields...
With poetry dancing about our head...
......
Life of a Southerner is simple...
Yet complicated in the same vein...
Plantation life combines the family...
And the workers as one in the same...
As we sit on the screened porch...
Of the Patout family’s homestead...
We look across the sugarcane fields...
With poetry dancing about our head...
......
Here I sit...
In a field of cotton...
A dying tree...
Long forgotten...
Life was good...
At one time or another...
There were two of us...
Just me and my brother...
......
“What’s in a name?" Juliet asks Romeo...
“That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet...”
My Southern Magnolia is nothing like a thorny rose...
Her blossoms are of a breathtaking treat...
Her beauty and splendor often attract all the others...
Her fragrant blossoms last through the Spring and Summer...
There’s no ending of love for my Southern Magnolia...
While constantly battling the curious newcomer...
......