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Writer's picturedreaming of lulu

back down south


there's a place down south

a sea of wildflowers where the grass grows green and the weeds grow tall


shards of glass lying there

waiting

waiting for me to pick up what is left of my soul


the memories are sweet like red wine

the flowers are in my hair and my eyes are filled with tears

my grandmother's hand, always painfully near


her eyes tell me stories of her past

her heartache

watching her children and grandchildren grow older as she sits in her rocking chair


the sun is setting and my heart is too

sunbeams dancing along her cheeks as she holds her great grandbaby tight to her sleeve


there's a place down south

where love is warmer than the hottest Louisiana days

nothing quite like the love that lies within our own last name


my grandfather riding us back in time to his day

his hands built everything we knew past may

adventures out far beyond the hay


the embrace of a cowboy with a heart bigger than the moon

where laughs grow loud as the fire puts out the sorrow of last summer's goodbyes


there's a place down south

where my heart belongs

and i can sing my happiest of songs

where the posey's reside and the love does too


back down south

under the stars

and forever within my heart.


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