Summer In The South (004)

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Tossing and turning
All through the long lonesome night.
Dreaming about Patty,
Our walk in the pale moonlight.

I saw her clearly;
Moonbeams filtering through the trees.
So vivid and so real,
I could feel the soft warm breeze.

Summer in the South,
Faint sounds of crickets chirping.
Light tufts of Spanish moss
From spreading live oaks hanging.

Her soft hand in mine,
Strolling down the path slowly.
That warm tender feeling
Returned to me completely.

'Neath the moon above,
Her silky hair glistening.
Azure blue eyes lifted,
So expressively peering.

Summer in the South,
Faint sounds of crickets chirping.
Light tufts of Spanish moss
From spreading live oaks hanging.

Her lips drawing close,
My pulse and breath quickening.
Luscious, desirable,
So soft, sweet and inviting.

I still remember,
Our first kiss and warm embrace.
How she felt in my arms,
The radiance of her face.

Summer in the South,
Faint sounds of crickets chirping.
Light tufts of Spanish moss
From spreading live oaks hanging.

Summer in the South,
Dreams of warm, tender feelings.
Light tufts of Spanish moss
From spreading live oaks hanging.

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Truman T. Tiger aka Richard H. Schaefer
Inspired by a sweet southern lady named Patty

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