I may be south of Georgia today but it still isn't my true southern home. Upon reflecting on Dixie in the spring, I came upon a night ride with every sense open to the beauty around me.No one can beat my smile after rereading my own tribute to a Dixie night ride.
riding into a warm night
the sunroof opened to air
wysteria smells afloating
lightening bugs everywhere
rebel jasmine blooming
cherry blossoms afloat
flung along by a swift breeze
from some storm still remote
the moon a crest upon heavens
stars too many to count
free as a bird on this highway
as springtime virtues amount
it's a pleasure to breath in this beauty
the South so pretty and proud
my heart sings visions of Dixie
in a voice sopranoed and loud
cresting a hill out of heaven
surrounded by God's own display
toward midnight her shine is around me
breaking her into a new day.
As always you take us for a loving virtual tour of the beautiful Southern country side. Wish I was there to share this lovely scene and could picture sitting up on the back of an open convertible singing country songs beneath the moon.
hugs
The true story of Cheryl Pierson Cuccio who made headlines in 1986 and her husband Rob Cuccio. Cheryl was abused sexually and physically and Rob died for 43 minutes on Cheryl's 43rd birthday.
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Ron
I've never been on a Dixie Night Ride but would love to after reading your poem ... sounds wonderful!
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
hugs
Fee
A lovely trip down recall road. Y'all come back, now, heah!
- Bill
Walt
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Nothing like a Dixie kind of night. :)
Thank you for sharing.
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Love,
ET
Hate to go,(lol)
Christine
Kathy
Thanks for sharing this jewel
Peace & Love Be with you
William