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Fields of cotton, vast and white … Like a rolling sea of snow in the deep, deep south. Pecan Pie and honey, Muscadine jelly … So sweet, sweet in my mouth. Mmmm, Saturday shrimp boil and cheering for college ball. After church on Sunday, a picnic barbecue. Two things, for sure, will never be missing … and that'll be me and you. Herds of cattle grazing, flocks of sheep a lazing … Tomatoes fresh off the vine. Gentle rolling hills and streams and caves … Maple, Oak and Pine. Harvest season, kids, young and old, all squealing … Time for the Peanut Fest. The smells of cotton candy and corn dogs, white knuckle rides, country music and a rodeo ... Those times are simply the best. The haunting shrieks of an ol' Barred Owl, roadsides and backyards … filled with grazing deer. God's lovely creatures both furry and fowl … Wild Hogs … Peregrine Falcons, seen and heard, far and near. Granny's Peach Cobbler, Mom's scratch-built biscuits … Catfish in the skillet. Could you find something to replace even one of these heart-warming smells? Well, tell me then … How will it? A lonely train horn calls, off in the distance … as  I lay in my bed. It lulls me to sleep with a contented smile … All these moments filling my head. Oh,  Alabama.
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Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
Jeff-Gaines
Sweet Home
Fields of cotton, vast and white … Like a rolling sea of snow in the deep, deep south. Pecan Pie and honey, Muscadine jelly … So sweet, sweet in my mouth. Mmmm, Saturday shrimp boil and cheering for college ball. After church on Sunday, a picnic barbecue. Two things, for sure, will never be missing … and that'll be me and you. Herds of cattle grazing, flocks of sheep a lazing … Tomatoes fresh off the vine. Gentle rolling hills and streams and caves … Maple, Oak and Pine. Harvest season, kids, young and old, all squealing … Time for the Peanut Fest. The smells of cotton candy and corn dogs, white knuckle rides, country music and a rodeo ... Those times are simply the best. The haunting shrieks of an ol' Barred Owl, roadsides and backyards … filled with grazing deer. God's lovely creatures both furry and fowl … Wild Hogs … Peregrine Falcons, seen and heard, far and near. Granny's Peach Cobbler, Mom's scratch-built biscuits … Catfish in the skillet. Could you find something to replace even one of these heart-warming smells? Well, tell me then … How will it? A lonely train horn calls, off in the distance … as  I lay in my bed. It lulls me to sleep with a contented smile … All these moments filling my head. Oh,  Alabama.
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In the state of the Lone Star, the sun begins to pound on my pale skin As summer begins I'm out of school I'm out of a social life I'm flooded in books Required and wanted alike Sweltering heat makes the air thick Like sweet Southern molasses The mosquitoes are out full force And the ants are too Old ladies and men on porch swings Speaking quietly to themselves The young and active squabble in yards and pools Whilst under parent's watchful eye The young and geeky sit in front of screens Fingers and thumbs moving away Freedom The boiling *** of summer freedom Drips on the stove of the people Calming them into summer's lazy drift... Those are the realities of a Southern Summer.
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
elizabeth-p
Southern Summer
In the state of the Lone Star, the sun begins to pound on my pale skin As summer begins I'm out of school I'm out of a social life I'm flooded in books Required and wanted alike Sweltering heat makes the air thick Like sweet Southern molasses The mosquitoes are out full force And the ants are too Old ladies and men on porch swings Speaking quietly to themselves The young and active squabble in yards and pools Whilst under parent's watchful eye The young and geeky sit in front of screens Fingers and thumbs moving away Freedom The boiling *** of summer freedom Drips on the stove of the people Calming them into summer's lazy drift... Those are the realities of a Southern Summer.
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