Breath our scents, walk our landscape, hear our melodic dialects, delight in our savory morsels, touch each rich texture, and the southern essence remains a mystery. The ethereal south, unfathomable to the five senses, lives in the heart. If you believe in magic, and can survive the devastating passions of an open heart, just possibly, you stand a chance of living a moment as a southerner. Most people aren't brave enough to be southerners, even the ones that are.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Three Tom Turkeys


Three Tom turkeys,
Each with a different name
Three Tom turkeys,
Each pursuing fame
Three Tom turkeys,
None of them a stranger,
Three Tom turkeys,
Flirting with great danger
Three Tom turkeys,
Sparring to beat each other out,
Three Tom turkeys,
Creating such public doubt
Three Tom turkeys,
Aiming to stir up discontent,
Three Tom turkeys,
Their war chests already spent
Three Tom turkeys,
Their breasts puffed and looking fit,
Three Tom turkeys,
We know you're full of it.
Three Tom turkeys,
We've watched you race this far,
Three Tom turkeys,
Who do we think you are?

Does anyone have a clue, besides the good folks beneath the Carolina moon?

3 comments:

Sandy Kessler said...

politicians hahahaah

Sandy Kessler said...

Thank tou for the mother's day wish and to your mother as well . Does she live nearby>Unfortunately my health is poor at present I keep denying it but I passed out this morning in someone's yard.. sk

Jon said...

must be a local thing?

;-)
Jon