Who's hiding neath black pine borders
Whispering tales into the wind throughout -
the beechnut forest
Crossing Novembers broom sage
Will fickle weather entice Hill Country's
chilling rains
Will Rico don the coat of ice and snow
The smoke of home fires travel South --
and swirl to escape the field hollers
The rack of wintertide from naked treetop to
a cold , unforgiving stream below ...

Hats off to the purveyors of midnight hash browns and the -
morning waffle
Anoint this hamburger with mustard and ketchup
Three cheers to cackling waitresses , loud jukeboxes -
and busy chefs weaving magic with silver spatulas
A place where coffee cups ne'er run dry
Where her patrons are greeted with Sugar  , Darlin or -
Cutie pie
Wipe thy feet before entering this culinary church
For thou hast entered the tabernacle of the patty melt
Flowing with sweet tea , hot sauce and southern belles ...

If I were a bee what a good bee I would be
From apple blossom to honeysuckle
From petunia to plum tree

If I were a bee what a good bee I would be
From peanut butter sandwich to sweet iced tea
Enjoying the company of the trippers , backpackers and -
picnickers
The honey , the syrup and the *** liquor

If I were a bee what a curious bee I would be
Flying high above a green mountain scene
I see bears , a buck and a sleepy red fox
A maple , an elm and loblolly tree tops .....

The Gulf is calling her kinsfolk home
The images of shorebirds against the Sailor's -
Sun
Drifting sands along white , sugar dunes
Behold , the ocean commands a battle fatigued -
shore , the Bride of June at Heavens Door
The shimmering , signaling pulses of her golden
ring
The approval of the gulls , pipers and pelicans -
from o'er head this miraculous evening
Songbirds of every shape and hue
Sparkling ocean avenues .....

This old oak protected me from the rain
Her July foliage hid me from anguish -
and pain
She allowed my pocket knife and I to record a first -
love on her rippled trunk
A spinning tire swing provided many hours --
of cool October fun ...

Footprints harden in the Georgia heat
Feet cooled in clear running streams
Locust stair stepping the blistering fields
A break beneath wild plum trees
A sample of their sweet yield

Yardbirds , guineas and geese
A field of wiregrass
A stop at the well for a cool drink

An imaginary 'crow nest' from the top
of a crabapple leviathan

Bronze tillermen
Aromatic clods flung high into the air
Layers blindly following the mechanical
mule , dove straddle barbed wire fencerows
Noonday Sun laying heavy , smothering bare
ploughland
Agony neath the bitter blue ..

If I could invert the world to -
walk the boulevard of stars
Touring streets of crystal
Avenues of pure light
Lasers exploding into rainbows
Ancestral orbs pirouetting against -
the astral night
O , to be held in the gravity of -
love ...