There is an influence of the south.
Putting cold beer and crawfish to mouth.
It is the cattle and horses in our field,
Riding out the storm that will grow our yield.
It is the warm summer days at Volanta park,
Watching kids play baseball into the dark.
Way down here where hurricanes are feared,
We still give thanks to those revered.
Family and friends are key,
Years of gathering under the oak tree.
Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound,
Unless it is salvation to be found.
Im from the south too. I no exactly what you mean here. Is sounds like someone has been in the south awhile. To know al this meaning behind things. Do you like it down here
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Of course I love it down here I grew up on Mobile Bay in Fairhope, born and raised, roll tide!