HEART OF DIXIE
We grew up in Alabama, the heart of Dixie.
Most of us children were very pixie.
We lived in a small community town.
We knew almost everyone around.
A neighbor gave me a bicycle to ride.
I really enjoyed it with pride.
I rode it through a road creek.
The water cooled me, so to speak.
We played and had fun every day.
At age 10, we moved away.
Now, we lived on a small farm.
It had a different kind of charm.
We children had to work in the field.
Each year we had good crop yield.
This is the way dad made his money.
It wasn`t much, but it was enough
to feed us and his honey.
All in all, we enjoyed our childhood life.
We didn`t have too much strife.
I`m just a boy from the heart of Dixie.
As a grandfather, I`m still a little pixie.
[ Recalling our childhood days ]
Hostess: badmac - Brenda
By poetalthomas
© 2008 poetalthomas
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