Lou J. Klaiber

DECEMBER FOG

God lives in this land, and mostly in the hills of Carolina.
The Sun smiles on the cold North and promises a Spring.

When I walk the shore of the Ogeechee River

… Georgia steams
and sweats herself warm

… into the Sunrise!

… her prayers
her tears
… and her dreams

always mine.

For each of us
this land of all the states

… the arguments
of the heart

… the anger that we take
back in the heat
of truth.

… . this God given land
we all cherish

… is our Home!

This poem was inspired by “December Mourn” – ©Copyright December 31, 2004 by Faye Sizemore