Cotton Magnolia Poem by James McLain

The man was the south waiting..
for that woman to arrive...
and her in full bloom..
Out... in carnation..of the magnolia..
I can smell the scent of it..
can you not smell it..as well......
More was with..some less..
and practical thinking it being...
with cotton to the heart..
of what did you think...
and I recon it's you...
hanging about...
like grey spanish moss...
and allowing him over...
to do it..
and he is lovely..
and you do cotton to him....and..
before...
he can say what your thinking...
you open up to him...
and tell him every thing..
over yonder...by the great white oak....
and him being such....
the center of your attention...
and being simple..
and I know he's..sweet...
you are just so much cotton to that man...
and he will just use it up...
and hold it... against you....
Do you hear me.....gracious child...
you been over in that magnolia tree..
out against the cotton..
and you are just to loud....
You hear me..just to loud..
and to think of it...makes me too...
now getover it....
and go on out yonder......now...
and fetch me that switch...