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The Southern Path Poem

The Southern Path

Southern path of sweeping wind,
On nature's hidden trail,
A calmness for the peaceful oak,
With Spanish Moss set sail,

For water's only number,
Is the one with all involved,
Like canyons open now the wind,
A timeless tale resolved,

Let peace and safety light the way,
Let go of what is gone,
Let Southern speaking angels,
Guide the path you walk upon,

For when the details do appear,
In forms you clearly see,
Remember now this message,
And in peace your heart shall be.

-Pamela Storch

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