My Carolina in My Mind:
Have you ever felt you know a place
You never were before?
Smelled its scents and heard its sweet birds' songs,
And people seem to know you there, like they see you all the time,
But you've never put your feet on its golden ground?
That's me, with Carolina, books, songs, images and scenes
Are just reminders of what I know in my soul.
I think she calls me home somehow, yet never have I
Touched her soil, her shores, her silver seas,
Her Outer Banks, her islands, but they are part of my memories.
Yes, I feel the sunshine, yes, I see the moonshine,
And Carolina belongs to me, entirely, fully.
I am hers and she is mine.
With thanks to James Taylor, Anne Rivers Siddons, Pat Conroy, Orville and Wilbur Wright, and all who take me there. (First posted, as pen-name anniemor on TIBU October 2007)