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Southern Memories (a poem of inspiration)

Updated on September 13, 2015
A southern moon smiles on the horizon...
A southern moon smiles on the horizon...
Magnolia trees and scent of jasmine in the breezes...
Magnolia trees and scent of jasmine in the breezes...
glimmering moon on the landscape below...
glimmering moon on the landscape below...
Sunday church goers sit in pews and sing hymns in their worship.
Sunday church goers sit in pews and sing hymns in their worship.
Blue skies, billowing clouds...
Blue skies, billowing clouds...
Times growing up...playing in the streams and lakes...
Times growing up...playing in the streams and lakes...



Moonlight dancing, glimmering on broad lake's dark palette,

The bequiling scent of jasmine, strong, as each breath I take.

Magnolia trees all are blooming, as honey bees are grooming,

Sweet breezes blowing, wafting, until the dawn's light to break.


Devoutest church goers, waiting, all are sitting in their pews,

Listening intently to aged old scriptures, the Bible's good news.

Singing precious and holy hymns, as heads are bent in prayer,

Families all worshiping, then, together, showing that they care.


Sharing food carefully prepared by each, on the churches grounds,

Children run and laugh, to play, as the pastor makes his rounds.

With warm sun light beaming down, peoples's smiles all abound.

Quiet conversations, as wild birds sing, are the beloved of sounds.


Country road of redding clay, dusty tracks, wild creatures all to play,

Here, billowing clouds climb in blue skies, on a bright Summer's day,

Rows of corn, and peanuts, peach tree orchards, in fields, on display,

Under an apple tree, I'll take my nap, where on green clovers, I'll lay.


Memories run down to southern times, finest days of wonder, still,

When swimming in the lakes and streams, gave us each such a thrill.

Barefoot days and carefree times, all are so reflected in my mind,

Calls me home, and no more I'll roam, for are the threads that bind.









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Southern dreams...the thread that binds me to my home...
Southern dreams...the thread that binds me to my home...

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      whonunuwho 2 years ago from United States

      Yes my friend our parents were a great influence and very positive in our lives. In our memories we may always hold them fast. whonu

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      RTalloni 2 years ago from the short journey

      Days that had to be lived to be understood!

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      Dianna Mendez 2 years ago

      This was my experience growing up under my parent's guidance. Church was a way of life -- the thread that bound us together. God bless you for reminding us what is important in life.

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      Deb Hirt 2 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Beautiful. I think that as we reach adulthood and face more responsibilities, we lose that time to play. We must have our play time for the sake of sanity, jut like we did when we were kids.

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      John Hansen 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

      The popular phrase in the comments seems to be "beautiful memories" whonu.. and I can't argue with that. Wonderful poem and accompanying images.

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      whonunuwho 2 years ago from United States

      Thank you MsDora and bless you on this fine evening. whonu

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 2 years ago from The Caribbean

      Beautiful memories described in just as beautiful phrases. "Quiet conversations," "Barefoot days and carefree times" sound like happy days. Thanks for sharing.

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      whonunuwho 2 years ago from United States

      Thanks for your review my friend and blessings. whonu

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      Tijani Achamlal 2 years ago from Morocco

      Beautiful memories.It reminds me of the sweet days of the yore..Sigh

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      manatita44 2 years ago from london

      Absolutely beautiful Piece. What memories! Much Love.

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      whonunuwho 2 years ago from United States

      The "good old days" are always with us in our memories my friend and blessings on this fine evening., whonu

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      Shauna L Bowling 2 years ago from Central Florida

      Wonderful memories, whonu. I remember napping under the trees, lulled to a peaceful place by the cool breeze and birds' songs. Many of my poems were written under the canopy of magnificent trees.