Southern Exposure Poem by Pamela Davison

Y'all c'mon down
any ole' time,
we'll be awaitin'
with watermelon wine.

Y'all are welcome
to come define
our red-neckedness
among the graceful pine.

We'll say, 'Hey Y'all, '
and be inclined
by our southern-ness
to rip it up, divine.

So bring it on,
you raw moonshine,
let yourself be red
in the southern design.

There's nothin' like
fresh off the vine
for a sweeter night,
so poised and unrefined.

Y'all c'mon down,
form a headline,
make newsworthy noise,
along the coastal line.

We're awaitin'
the joyous sign
you ain't forgotten
our infamous dateline.

We are still here,
a fresh resign
of America's
disheartened central spine.

Y'all c'mon down
any ole' time,
we'll be awaitin'
with watermelon wine.

Y'all are welcome
to come define
our red-neckedness
among the graceful pine.