North Carolina Belle Poem by Wayne Sowell
North Carolina Belle
For whom the Belle tolls
Let her toll for me.
No man is an island
But surely
I am only
Surrounded by her.
Let my peninsula
Crowd into her inlet.
Shannon,
Shannon.
Only of her
I write these things
And speak only of myself
As being a part of her.
Let the shortest time
Be the moments of our separation.
And let our coming together
Be forevermore...
Wedded in the Spring, and married for all seasons.
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