adventures in dysthymia

Saturday, June 17, 2006

SWINGIN’ ON THE SUWANNEE

Swingin’ on the Suwannee
‘neath a Southern moon;
I’ll hold you in the shadows
where magnolias bloom.
Sweet summer scent of jasmine
dances on the air;
The stars sing lullabies,
there’s music everywhere.

Fireflies hang lanterns
to light our Southern ball;
If I took you in my arms,
would you mind at all?
A kiss among the shadows,
a promise of more soon,
swingin’ on the Suwannee
‘neath a Southern moon.

Hear the cricket chorus,
bull frogs boomin’ bass;
I know that song they’re singin’,
a song of my birthplace.
I’ll hold you in the shadows,
swayin’ to their tune,
swingin’ on the Suwannee
‘neath a Southern moon.

Stephen Brooke ©2006

At the moment, a poem (more-or-less). More'n likely to morph into a song lyric eventually, with the probable addition of a 'chorus.' Which may not be strictly necessary but probably would help, especially since this is somewhat patterned after the classic songwriting of the first half of the Twentieth Century.

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