Southern Gothic
The Spanish moss hangs from the tree,A haunting, weeping canopy.The swamp is thick, the air is still,Beneath the shadow of...
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Crunch….crunch…. Woosh….woosh…. The wind gusts as I gently push The gravel underneath my feet As I swagger down the street....
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The Shepherd
He walks the hills with crook and dog,Through morning mist and heavy fog.He guides the flock to patches green,A quiet,...
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The Library Dust
The shelves stretch up into the dark,Where ancient scholars left their mark.The smell of leather, ink, and age,In every single...
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Mountain Cabin
The wooden logs are stacked so high,Beneath a heavy, graying sky.The chimney smokes, the fire roars,Behind the heavy, bolted doors....
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The Midnight Fire
The logs are black, the embers red,Before the world is put to bed.The smoke curls up into the dark,With every...
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Stone and Ivy
The castle walls are hidden deep,Where all the ancient legends sleep.The green vines wrap the towers tight,Against the fading evening...
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Ruins of Rome
The pillars stand, though cracked and gray,A ghost of an imperial day.The ivy climbs the marble wall,And watches modern empires...
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Ancient Paths
The stones are worn by million feet,Where past and modern futures meet.The temple roof curves to the sky,As airplanes loudly...
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Iron and Steam
The engine breathes a cloud of white,Into the cold and early light.The heavy wheels begin to turn,While coal and fire...
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The Old Guitar
The strings are worn, the wood is scratched,With memories deeply attached.It played the songs of love and pain,In summer sun...
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