wooden rockers on a white long porch
Blue Ridge mountains from these front doors
 

the gentle sighs and hearty smiles
my godfather’s jokes and cardinals 
 

20 shades of varied green
long tall grass along the breeze
 

those places kept within our hearts
I love you hugs and symbolic marks
 

a dragonfly hovers over the lawn
a cross town rooster crows at dawn
 

the locals keep a gentler face while I adore
their southern drawl and happy pace
 

the feel is nice, sweet, and calm
just like ice tea with sugar charm
 

I thought of my mother.. if this was her view
and why she ever dreamed to leave… and sad because I 
knew