We pulled up roots
Where sunny howdy y’all
Fits ranch hand
And white-collared city hall.
Searched far and wide
From daybreak to nightfall
For quiet place
Without much urban sprawl.
Found laid-back ways
And Carolina drawl
Mid summer dance
Called Watermelon Crawl.
There put down roots,
Before first wintry squall,
On wings of prayer—
Love thrived above all.
© Ilija Lukić 2024
God Bless America, Land That I Love
(self-portrait)
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