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Tia White Jan 2016
Another southern summer has finally begun.
Beads of sweat glisten like pearls in the sun.
Days so hot and heavy with heat.
The wind that blows brings no relief.
I know of a place that is nice and cool.
But it's not an ocean or even a pool.
It's a river the shade of whiskey where the water flows.
Where time stands still and a cool breeze blows.
The riverbank sand is the color of gold,
and to my eyes it is a sight to behold.
When the sun goes down and day turns to night,
the fireflies come out to dance in the moonlight.
Frogs and crickets sing in perfect harmony,
a southern summer song, a sweet melody.
Tia White Jan 2016
There is something magical to me,
about the sky at night.
An amazing beauty is the landscape,
when it's bathed in the moonlight.
Stars that shine far away,
like gold dust in the sky.
A canopy of diamonds
covering the earth,
sparkling way up high.
A glorious gift from our Creator,
to be blessed with such a sight.
And I thank Him for it before I lay down,
every single night.
Tia White Jan 2016
Your motor is roaring
and your adrenaline is soaring.

You watch with your eyes
for the green flag to fly.

Your blood starts pumping
and your heart is thumping.

Your foot's on the gas,
turning left and driving fast.

Red clay and clouds of dust
roll through the air and man what a rush!

Here it comes you're taking the lead,
going for a pass and picking up speed.

Now just like that, the white flag is throwed,
meaning there is only one lap to go.

This is your chance, it's your time to shine,
you take the checkered flag as you cross the finish line!

You're on top of the world now, waited all week for this.
It's Saturday night racing, something you don't want to miss!
Tia White Jan 2016
Dead
A powerful word so simply said.  
Dead
The word still echoing in my head.

Gone
Never again to come back home.
Gone
From this place I leave alone.

Down
We lay you to rest in the ground.
Down
On this earth you are no longer bound.

Free
From pain and suffering you will be.
Free
To dwell in Heaven for eternity.
Tia White Jan 2016
On a rusty old tin roof
the rain comes falling down.
Bringing along with it, proof,
as it quickly wets the ground.

Washing away the footprints
of your very last goodbye,
but my mind still holds the imprints
of times shared between you and I.

The sky mimics my emotions,
with every drop of pouring rain,
as if my heart were cracked open,
overflowing with sadness and pain.
Tia White Jan 2016
Love me until I come,
completely, come undone?
Take me down into the depths
of your soulful tenderness?
Tear down all of my walls?
Into you, would you let me fall?
Reach past what keeps me guarded?
Guide me out of the land of the broken hearted?
Accompany me to where the sun is shining?
To my dark cloud, be a silver lining?
Do this for me and I promise that I'd
keep you forever satisfied.
Tia White Jan 2016
With tiny little hands,
she touches my face.
The outline of my features,
her fingertips gently trace.

A blessing in my life,
this sweet little girl.
With dimples in her smile,
and a head full of curls.

In her step there is a skip,
everwhere she goes.
And within her hazel eyes,
a light that is aglow.  

This sweet child of mine
shows me the meaning of true love.
The purest form of love
that I could ever dream of.
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