I Belong To The South Poem by Mark Money

i belong to the south.
the cold weather doesn't fit me
i don't know a word of French.
rather have a gulf breeze than a chinook
rather have mi amigo than mon ami.

i belong to the south.
people call me polite, and rightly so;
i just never could work up some of that bluster.
i'm straightforward, though shy,
clear-eyed, but damp from the humidity.

i belong to the south.
Keillor's happy to be from Minnesota
well, God will just have to up and bless him.
i enjoy being able to start my car in January
without any type of electrical assistance.

i belong to the south.
i use my sunglasses for protection
against the sun, not the snow.
and if i'm moving a little slow,
it's in my genes-
i belong to the south.


(1998-Tulsa, OK)