FAIRHOPE, ALABAMA… a poem of childhood (My hometown!)

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Crystal, clear bright waters

Remind me of my childhood.

Red cliffs of clay

Daunting, but scalable.

Long hanging wild scuppernong vines

God made for boys to swing out over a sandy, gully floor.

Catching crawfish hiding beneath the weeds and mud

Within a cold stream.

Moonlit nights on Mobile Bay

Chasing fireflies in the park.

Frisbee’s tossed to and fro

By boys with shoulder length hair.

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Hobie Cat sailboats line the shore

While mothers splash with toddlers in the gentle waves.

Riding our banana bikes to grandma’s

Because mom and dad were there for gumbo.

Picking every vegetable imaginable

From grandpa’s garden.

Digging worms beneath the compost pile

To use for fishing the next day.

Yes, life was much simpler

When I was a young man growing up in Fairhope, Alabama.

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MOBILE BAY…a poem

I watched the sun’s last rays

Cast across Mobile Bay

And felt the warmth of the summertime wind

Blessed did I feel

In this place, so surreal

And for a time, I could breathe once again

The weight of the world

Lifted and unfurled

As my mind glides on the pelican’s wings

Waves gently caress

Where these bare feet rest

And inside, with the seagulls, I sing

Mobile Bay, Alabama, Shoreline, Shore

Little did I know

That long, long ago

As a young boy my roots were set

Yet my life moved on

Away and beyond

But my home – I will never forget