A Child of The South

I've been writing prose for a long time. In fact, a used to feel a lot like "John Boy" Walton feverishly writing in my journals tucked away in my room. It's a need for me-- I call it "recording the ramblings of my internal rotation". I'm just now catching the wave of all this blogging biz--and I must say I like it. What a wonderful way to express one's self-- if it's only for a few close friends-or the wayward Internet surfer who just happens to stumble on what you've written.

I am nocturnal by nature- my imagination sparks at night. I tend to write in spurts when the house is quiet and my family are all asleep.

As stated above-I am a child of the south. And damn proud of that fact. My family both paternal and maternal are multi-generational Georgians. On my Dad's side in particular my lineage dates back in Georgia to the pre- Revolutionary War. My sweet Daddy pain stakingly did his homework and gathered so much information about our family for my brother and I. It truly was a gift he left for us and his four grandchildren. So this I wrote for him-

"Dixie's Cradle"
I am a Southern heartbeat
My finger presses firmly
on the streaming flow of her conscienceness
Birth, rememberance, death
tucked away in Dixie's cradle
She retains them all
and brings them back into herself like a bloom at dusk
She is my mother-the one who bore me
I cling to her--knowing nor seeking no other.

~HTK 2008