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Tag: Poetry
Phantoms in Frogmore
Southern Poetry
The Southron Call
Southern poetry.
To Robert E. Lee
Southern poetry for General Lee.
Reposed in Rest
Southern Poetry
Conservative Twilight
Dissident Poetry
Remembrance of Beauty
Southern Poetry
Home in Dixie
Southern Poetry
Old Oak Trees
I was born where sea foam rolls,Sprang up in wiregrass;Buried my roots in soft hot sand,Grew a salty soul. My
Southern Skies
Eyes that reside in Southern skiesSee the world, so differentlyBending minds to humbler timesAnd reminiscent most significantly About the beauty