Down along the roads
In the cracks and crevices
Of south Georgia that are so hidden away
You feel you could be lost forever
Were you left here
Swallowed up by the land
The long and rolling rows of peanut fields
At the end of which lie
The dreams of slaves, tenant farmers, and lonely teenagers
Where countless creeks are shrouded
In the umbrella of oak, wild muscadine, bay, and poplar
A secret garden filled with the pungent odor
Of poorly drained soil and rotting leaves
Clouds come late of an evening
Restless skies bringing brief relief
Settling the souls who make their lives here
Into the dust and iron pebbles
And the swarming insects
Who keep the teeming hoards at bay
7-4-16
©2020 Lenny Wells
Thoughts From The Orchard 