The South

 Men still drive trucks and hold doors around here.

These ladies gossip about you after you leave the store, 

None of the yards have fences and people still wave.

I keep waitin' on the rain so I can hear that sweet deep thunder.

I still don't know exactly what they mean by "Low Country", but I think I can feel it.

Ladies love their husbands here and don't speak poorly of men...but they still roll their eyes on Sunday afternoons when they watch TV and nap instead of mowing.

There are more Nancy's than I am used to at Church, and I haven't men a single Kathy.

Pine, Oak and Palm scatter the streets and the tangled moss...good lord!

I will  interrogate her at a later date...after I have wine. 

And as the bells ring upon her exit I feel obliged to tell you-

she and The Oak tree have a complicated relationship...

...and between you and me, I don't think he is the only one!

But you didn't hear that from me.