Jerry and Aberjhani took us to Savannah in a beautiful dedication to her mystery and beauty. I would like to loan this brief tour from my humbled memories of my hometown.
by Susan K. Rowse (de Vegter)
It's great to be back in the bosom of love
Where comfort abounds for my health
As the marshes begin to whisper a breeze
And the Herons display all their stealth
Just then the waters open with froth
To share her emerald tea features
The fish are hopping with songs of the birds
And the chatter of some distant creature
Its part of the reason I love the south
With all of her lovely guiles
When a drive into town becomes a great treat
Just to circle the squares for a while
This graceful old lady smells of the moss
And magnolias with jasmine aside
She tugs at all senses with treasures galore
During a midnight ride
I'm deffinitely home as my senses run free
When the air comes alive with great passion
It's a birthright I own and nothing will change
It's the Rebel I wear here in fashion
I can go to the ends of this great earth
Flirt with nations far off for a while
Yet nothing can do it for me like home
Right here where Savannah smiles.
You must be paying home a visit, Susan. Mine is not nearly as mysterious and romantic a place. You do her proud, my dear! I've got to get back there.
Love, Taylor
It is a blessing to be able to see your town of birth containing still the memories from your younger days. I have felt at home in many places, but actually never was home. The desire to experience that faded with time and gradually was overtaken by other wishes and hopes, a decreasing number of which has anything to do with what exists or is taking place in this life. I live from instant to instant, from change to change, but it is good to witness others enjoy such privilege and express it so well.
No place like where our roots began. We're dug-in, grown from it's soil, even if we leave. The air there smells sweeter 'cause it's in our blood. I love poems of place and this is no exception, Susan. Fine write! Thank you...
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on July 1, 2006
Thank you for taking us on a magnolia-scented journey of the Queen City Of The South, it is refreshing to read the mindset of a native Savannahite (I know that isn't right). The ending is quite dramatic.
Excellent capture of this most elegant place…...wish I were there now…...but someday soon it may come to pass if our attempted acquisition of a restaurant on Tybee can be sealed. Beautiful piece Susan
One of the great magical things about the city is how its cultural, political, and historical richness provides such deep and varied experiences of it--somewhat the same way your superb poetry provides emotionally poignant and spiritually dynamic experiences of literature. Enjoyed the read tremendously.
Aberjhani
She never felt safe at home as a young girl, and didn't understand why when she finally escaped she wasn't safe in the big wide world either ...effectively jumping out of the frying pan into the fire!
(Richard M. Feldman) Ever since I was a young boy, the only thing I wanted to be was a cowboy. I wanted to own and work on a real ranch, with cattle and horses. Especially horses.
While I never became a cowboy, considering everything I have done
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Ron
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RAge
You bring Savannah to the fore this Independence Day Weekend, in the most sentimental and affectionate way...
More power to your gifted pen..
Peace & Gratitude
Peter
Aberjhani