
I live in Georgia and this is a poem about it. No, I do not have an accent or live like Huckleberry Finn. I live in the city and I have never ridden down a river naked with an African American. Please R&R.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 173 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-30-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3087622
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Where I Am From
I am from the land of peach tress
And wide blue seas
I am from the land of red clay
And coyotes that bay.
I am from the land of roaring skyscrapers
And the land of ink and paper
I am from large tree pines
And Peachtree signs.
I am from old and new
And where things in the earth once grew
I am from a land of enchantment
And a city called Atlanta.
I am from Georgia
And this is my home.
I probably shouldn't have told people where I live but what the heck.
Yes, I am from Georgia.
Yes, that is in the South.
No, I do not have an accent.
No, I do not live on a farm. I live in the city where the people walk sixty miles for breast cancer and the children play at the (second) largest aquarium in the world and drink coke all the time.
Any other questions about the South can be answered if you PM me.
PLEASE REVIEW!
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