The air is fragrant
of jasmine flowers
while sitting here
for tea
The grass beneath
my feet
cool, as the sun retreats
Cucumber sandwiches
so petite
fine southern women
fanning from the heat
ever so shy
the eyes that peek
Waiting for their callers
gentlemen in sync
wrap around porches
is the place ladies meet
Courting is done
from the time
of sixteen
fancy apparel
of corsets and nickers
Fine southern women
sipping their teas.
Fine indeed. I like this poem a lot.
ReplyDeleteHi Nick,
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