by Melva Holliman
Magnolia memories and Deep South dreams,
Home is tattooed on my soul and racing through my veins.
Memories become permanent,
Like falling in love for the first time.
Memories of picking for the magnolia trees,
A vision of beauty, a reflection of me.
Gators on the streams,
Gulls in the air,
Gun shots ringing at deer.
Down in the south where the winds blow ice,
And the trees sing to the music of the chill
More than an experience,
The south is a way of life.
Fighting the greedy mosquitoes in the field,
Cleaning the fish that met their faith by the reel.
Southern living imbedded in the soul,
A love irreplaceable.
Melva Holliman graduated from the University of Mississippi with a Bachelor’s in English and Philosophy. She is currently a graduate student at the University of South Alabama, working toward a Master’s in English.