Down In The South Poem by Juan Olivarez

Down in the south the livings good,
The weather's warm, and the food is good.
Like the hot cornbread cooked in a pan,
One slice for each of my two hands.

Black-eyed peas and okra too,
There's just no reason to sing the blues.
Fry up a chicken oh me oh my,
And for dessert some pecan pie.

I wouldn't have it any other way,
So in the south I'm going to stay.
Ice cold watermelon in the shade,
Down in the south, I got it made.


(6/30/11-Alton Texas)