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!
©Copyright December 31, 2004 by Lou J. Klaiber
This poem was inspired by “December Mourn” – ©Copyright December 31, 2004 by Faye Sizemore