UNDER THE MAGNOLIA MOON

Life is simple; a little understated. Time can almost be made to stand still in your dreaming mind.

Lilacs sweetly swaying in the pale moonlight, as if they are awaiting a Belles quiet delight.

Lavender soaps and rose perfumes bring out thoughts of a distant time and place as they waft and swoon.

Plantation homes with years to tell that were filled with gentle nature and a time of grace within that place.

The distant smells of an old fashioned kitchen; cooking with the family gathered around an old oak table.

An old farmers hands with tradition handed down, tells of his forefathers battle with the ground.

History at the fingertips, sweetly whispers all around; to remind us of the struggle to preserve our Southern land.

The old church standing proud and its steeple tall; gently states that our faith abides through it all.

Under the Magnolia Moon life is simple; a little understated. The good to be remembered and of old times not to be forgotten.

Rachel Smith (C) 2004