The Georgia Pines, They Beckon Me
Photography & Poem by Norma Beaird
Living our life in the tall Georgia pines,
reminds me of a much simpler time.
A time when close families would gather around,
the big maple table where blessings abound.
Where bright city lights are so far away,
and the moon's misty glow will not fade away.
Where Bluebirds and Blue Jays delight us with song,
as farmers on tractors work hard all day long.
The Vidalia Onions, pecan trees and corn,
the cotton and wheat fields, where harvest is born.
When days of my childhood are memories so sweet,
where I learned of the Bible at my grandma's feet.
With hot Sunday dinner and cornbread and cake,
as church bells were ringing, as they passed the plate.
And old barns are filled with hay bales and wood,
and life is still simple, but life is still good.
The porches still creak with white rocking chairs,
and family loves grandma and silver gray hair.
Sweet peace can be found in the pines, I believe,
where Red Fox are roaming through pastures and leaves.
The tall Georgia Pines, oh they beckon my dreams,
to quick White-Tailed deer and a cool river stream.
They beckon your heart, these quiet Georgia Pines,
a place of fond memories, true faith and good times.
Copyright 2014, Norma Beaird. All rights reserved.
