The southern countryside is always beautiful with wonderful aromas of fresh mown hay and peaches, apples, watermelons and fresh baked bread...then there's the other side.....
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i stopped the car to focus my eyes
a cloud of pure darkness in thoudands of flies
the breeze was coming up from the south
the stench was unbearable and I covered my mouth
just then I saw buzzards circling above
they'd swoop down and eyed their candy below
now how can the beauty before my eyes
be customized visually by so many flies
and who sprayed the air with sweet yukky
smells
of rotting old flesh in something's new hell
i looked to the east and saw pictureque pastures
full of sunflowers...a southern rapture
to the west was a grove of sweet apple trees
a few small flowers and buzzing honeybees
i stooped under the fence to venture much further
came upon a site and I shouldn't have bothered
dixie has beauty with aromas sublime
she lends her beauty to soft southern rhymes
but nothing stinks more and doesn't amuse
like a ride in the country and a stinking dead mule.
Death is a transition from one arrangement of particles to an other, like birth. Space and time compell us to change; there is never an instant without change. They are driven by forces bigger than life, more powerful than death. As long as this four dimensional setting traps us we will have to easily go with the flow, be propelled to the next stage or next world within the blink of an eye. Along the way we are destined to experience gruelling events, as well as those so beautiful that words fall short to describe the observations we make.
This is not a drill. The attack on Pearl. They were the ghost planes of the night, deadly, illusive, sharp-clawed Black Cats. The Memoirs of ARM H.P. Lawrence, a Pearl Harbor survivor, Black Cat, and decorated war veteran.
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Love Tinka
And this piece says it well. Thanks, Susan.
Love it...
RAge
Love,
Eileen
Fee
Best of all is the accent...Funny my accent they loved...Their accent is the bestest...Just the voice of southern women kills my heart...
Well talk about lit... erm whatever, Never listened to the words just the sexy!!! drawl..lol
Life is a cycle...one dies every second...and one is born...
It's time for the clothes's peg...:)
Peter
But think to the future what beauty it will create
Ron
Susan