PORTRAIT IN GEORGIA
A Georgia dawn, the sky alight,
With hues of pink and fiery gold.
A silent world, serene and bright,
A story waiting to unfold.
A lonely cabin, dark and old,
Stands silhouetted, stark and bare.
A tale of hardship, to be told,
A whispered sorrow on the air.
A woman waits, with hope deferred,
Her eyes fixed on the distant road.
A silent prayer, a whispered word,
To lift her weary, heavy load.
She dreams of love, a gentle hand,
To soothe her soul, and ease her pain.
A love to cherish, understand,
And make her whole, again and again.
With hues of pink and fiery gold.
A silent world, serene and bright,
A story waiting to unfold.
A lonely cabin, dark and old,
Stands silhouetted, stark and bare.
A tale of hardship, to be told,
A whispered sorrow on the air.
A woman waits, with hope deferred,
Her eyes fixed on the distant road.
A silent prayer, a whispered word,
To lift her weary, heavy load.
She dreams of love, a gentle hand,
To soothe her soul, and ease her pain.
A love to cherish, understand,
And make her whole, again and again.