Carolina Dream Poem by Weldon Davis

Blue skies open up
The day
The air is fresh

I inhale mouthfuls like
I'm drinking sweet nectar

Mamma is cooking
Ham-hocks and butter beans
She called me to ask
The silly question whether
I'd like a plate or not (Duh)

The windows are down
In my Chevrolet
I'm meeting my daughter
At the park
To play on the swings

I read her poems cause
She hates when I sing
She says it embarrasses her

There is a woman I love
She goes through hell to kiss me
To hug me
She accepts me as I am
Never judges the
Semi-decent poet
From Cumberland Rd