A Map Dot in Georgia
Remembering family summers in Georgia.
Boiled peanuts, sweet peaches and cold snow cones,
lazy days with a book under pine trees,
catfish stew, slow-cooked, by men in the zone,
reunions and cousins and skinned-up knees.
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The family farm has not changed a bit.
Solid red clay on bare feet feels like home.
Fireworks and tall tales, in truck beds we sit.
Family, always, though we all may roam.
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A cold watermelon, low-country broil,
volleyball, tag, and some good-natured fun.
Generations before us toiled this soil,
so that we can frolic, play in the sun.
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Summers may end and relatives may part,
but those Georgia days live on in my heart.
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