Arches

live oak arches Live Oaks
Arched, nearly
Touched, over
Shaded roadway
Draped with
Shawls of
Spanish moss

Passed by
Creole houses
With wide, inviting
Wrap-around
Porches, supported
By white columns
At the end, of
Shaded driveways

Thoughts entered
The deep south
As far, as
One could go
An open invitation
As life slowed, to
A gentler pace

Brought back
Memories of
Friendships, that
Lasted, hospitality
Warm, as the
Humid summer
Days, in old
Magnolia Springs