From colors on my canvas with time I see
Strands of Spanish moss in wisps of grey
Etched in shadows against the limpid bay
The sweet tranquil silence whispers to me
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Seldom Rest Plantation lingers in the background
With its interlacing shades of Southern charm
Just beyond the bend lies Thistle Dew Farm
Layered leaves of crimson, bronze, and brown
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Sumatra offers quietude in a gracious sort of way
Crickets provide an echo of their farewell call
An autumn moon dips low as it glazes over all
With its fragile touch on this another day
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Black Creek is sprinkled in sun-drenched beams
Wrapped in cozy days and ethereal wings
A lullaby of frogs and the old porch swings
Apalachicola, cold rivers, and babbling streams
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It is with pleasure that I dedicate this poem to Kathy, Sunshine 12, and her silvered-haired honey.
