"Down Home" Poem in Illustration By Mr. Wug

      Hello AGAIN Everybody!! :-) For all of you listening to the hubby and my silliness last night....thank you for your indulgence and for the nice words of encouragement...No! We didn't rehearse it. BIG SURPRISE!!! LOL That was us just being US!! ^_^ 
     I know it was kind of hard to see his drawings in the video, so hopefully you'll get a real feel for them with my photographs of his 'story board', as I share them along with the poem right now...the story board which he is in the process of trying to figure out how to frame as we speak! :-] ... *smh*
     Okay, this was a poem I wrote a very long time ago. What hubby did for me was draw one of my poems by way of his 'Stick-People' illustrations. :-) The influences for me asking him to do it came from four places: 
     (1.) Silke, of Metamorphosis,...her sketching class she's been taking lately. {and thanks to her for doing a little write-up on ME in this post too!}; 
     (2.) Otto's mom's blog, TidbitsParenting,...her sketches of her son 'Otto's Comedy Hour' and 'How she got the black lung' will have you howling with laughter!!;....
     (3.) Jo-anne, of Blooming Lovely. She's been sharing crocheting tutorials that made me think..."Hmmmmm....I can probably do that!"; 
     (4.) some influence from looking at Alittlesprite's poem written on a photograph.
       So here goes!........"DOWN HOME" (written by ME, illustrated by the most agreeable, most handsome, Mr. ME! LOL)


When I say the words "Down Home"
my deep emotions come alive.

My memories of riding in the car,
heading south on I-95.

I pass right on through New Haven,

and the Washington Bridge flies by;

The "New Jersey Turnpike's" traffic
makes me almost want to cry.

But its when North Carolina's
scenes of country life begin

that "Down Home" becomes a feeling
in which I'm comfortable again.

When I'm close to route I-20,
"South Of The Border" is what I see,

and soon I'm "Down Home", feeling Georgia's
southern hospitality.

There are things about the north
that make me happy that I live there,

but the dirt roads of the south
I seem to need like I need air.

People fishing for their supper,

cooking bass and fried catfish;

On sunday, rocking on the porch

(What's in the north as good as this?!)

 From "Down Home" there's 'salmon patties',
'Beanie Weenies', pone and grits,

country music, rock and soul-

everybody's greatest hits.

 But I know that what I'm missing
is more than "Down Home" southern pine;

Its the feelings and emotions
of the Georgia in my mind.

       "Thank You Mr. Wug!! *Mmuah!!!* The poem wouldn't have been the same without you!"...Have a good day everybody!!! :-)