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Honeysuckle Nights

By John I. Blair

In the South there is a season
When the soft, seductive scent
Of honeysuckle blossoms
Perfumes the warm night breeze.
Down my quiet city street
Beneath the overarching trees
On such a night
Some older houses catch my glance
And I find my mind is bent
To imagine moonlit scenes
From years before
When lovers chose to meet
On shadowed porches
Sheathed in honeysuckle vines.
Our grandparents didnít have
A tenth of our technology,
But it seems quite evident
They knew a lot about romance.

© circa 2002 John I. Blair

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