SAVANNA IDYL<\/p>\n
If you\u2019ve never heard a skylark sing
\nJohnny Mercer could tell you how.
\nFolks loved his songs.
\nI don\u2019t know if they\u2019re Savannah songs
\nbut they were tarnished with a kind of silver
\nlike a Savannah moon,
\nand love was like a dress
\nthat sunshine shone through.
\nIt was something the boy knew
\nand took away.<\/p>\n
We love our people here.
\nOur houses may be a little chipped
\nbut there\u2019s pride in them.
\nAnd everybody knows everybody.
\nThey\u2019re just all clean in their selves.
\nThe way sugar tastes,
\nor a girl gets made up with flowers.
\nSo that\u2019s what it\u2019s like to be here.<\/p>\n
Ever notice our trees?
\nOur magnolia trees?
\nAll made up with lacquer, like furniture.
\nSomething to see with those big blossoms!
\nI don\u2019t know if there\u2019s anything prettier,
\nlike the faces of girls at cotillions,
\nlike little queens.<\/p>\n
But then if you don\u2019t live things,
\nyou don\u2019t know how nice they are,
\nand how they always come back
\nwhen you\u2019re lonely.
\nLike Johnny did when he wrote songs
\nand Savannah cried,
\nand skylarks flew through the trees
\nwhere everybody could see.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
SAVANNA IDYL If you\u2019ve never heard a skylark sing Johnny Mercer could tell you how. Folks loved his songs. I don\u2019t know if they\u2019re Savannah…<\/p>\n