“An Alabama Book Review”


An Alabama Book Review

From Alabama’s red clay earth she comes;
her forebears, Cherokee, whose welcome song
she heard as she ran, barefoot, in the sun
and with the Mockingbird, she sings along.

Her tunes are copies of the lavish oak:
her love; the red, red flutter of their leaf.
And if you sense the heart with which she spoke
you’ll find among her pages true belief.

Atop the swaying Chinaberry tree
she found her play when climbing, as a child.
Her little book of rhyme is memory;
she weaves her thought from nature with its style.

Oh, happy is her tearful book of Now.
Her verses calm the reader with a vow.

(prompt: write a ‘blurb’ for your soon to be published
book of poetry.)

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