Southern Poetry

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Southern Poetry
 

"When I consider Southern Poetry, the soft breeze of grace and majesty of the Old South comes back, like a long ago paradise of flowers, cotton fields, hanging trees and song birds, a sweat smelling savor. Christian Southern Gentlemen and their Ladies Fair, their majestic columned plantation homes, happy children playing before them. But I am reminded also of Confederate Warriors suited for battle, in long gray lines, defending our Southern homeland. Southern Poetry allows me to relive as it were, our history, heritage and culture, like a weary warrior returning for a respite from the ravages of war, but for a moment, return to the splendor, charm, grace and the nobility, a collective memory buried deep within the heart of the South."
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Return with us now to a more calmer and serene time of Christian Confederate Warriors and their ladies fair, of plantation homes, songbirds and hanging trees. Come with us and take a respite if but for a moment in time, as the Old South and the Confederacy live again in all their glory, splendor and grace.
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Perhaps some of you are of like mind as me, believing that in the midst of all the political correctness we have left behind the joy of a more graceful time. That somehow in our technological age with all of the gadgetry and instant information we have forgotten the honor, duty and faith that allowed our forefathers and foremothers to stand together as a single people and nation. These are matters of the heart, and must be recaptured first, if we are to rekindle the spirit of that long ago time. There are some things however, which are always a certainty, that somewhere buried deep with the heart of the Southern People, there is the memory of a lost paradise. Some will say the proper place in which to begin is to pause and re-evaluate the treasures we left behind in our quest for living in a modern technological age, and just maybe it all begins with Southern Poetry. "...An ole Confederate Soldier and patriot born out of season!"