FROM THE SAVANNAH IDYLL COLLECTION<\/p>\n
I speak of the south with special love.
\nLike a beautiful lady with a hard history.
\nShe never gave up her honesty.
\nWith everything that\u2019s come to pass
\nin our country,
\nwe truly are a family now.
\nThe rust and iron of our past
\nis alloyed with new metals
\nworth more than gold.
\nI enjoy the world for what\u2019s in it.
\nThe staircase inside my heart
\nlooks on the tour busses
\nand remembers other places.
\nLondon.
\nThe cold and noise of New York.
\nPuget Sound with its rain and fog,
\nand southern children
\nfinding their way in Los Angeles.<\/p>\n
And people coming from everywhere
\nin the world to Savannah,
\nlike parts of a family,
\ntruly a part of us,
\nand we trade places sometimes.
\nThat\u2019s the way it is
\nwhen I walk down State Street,
\nlook at the pilings of the harbor,
\nand wonder,
\nis there anywhere to go but here?
\nWhere my heart lives.
\nAnd the airport tells me
\nwith those planes overhead,
\nthe city limits are as far
\nas they can take me,
\nand I do my part to be quiet
\nand speak low,
\nand tell those people disembarking
\nwhat the other side of town looks like.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
FROM THE SAVANNAH IDYLL COLLECTION I speak of the south with special love. Like a beautiful lady with a hard history. She never gave up…<\/p>\n