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

Passed by
Creole houses
With wide, inviting
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