Candace Kelly:  

MEMORIES OF A DELTA LASS BY: CANDACE TANKSLEY KELLY LONG LAZY AFTERNOONS OF THE PAST, CONJURE SWEET MEMORIES OF THE DELTA, LEVEES, COTTON AND GRASS. CLOVER FRESHLY PULLED FROM A COOL SOFT BED, STRONG PUNGENT FRAGRANCE LINGERS IN MY HEAD. THE FLOWERING BLOOM A FRAGILE STARBURST GLOWS, TINY HANDS WOVEN HALOS MOLD. LONG LAZY AFTERNOON OF THE PAST, TIME GUARDS THE LIGHT OF MEMORIES VAST. THE DARK DELTA EARTH IS MOIST AND COLD, TINY HANDS SCULPT IMAGINATION BOLD. TINKER'S SOUND OF ALUMINUM POTS AND PANS, MUD-CAKE FASHIONED WITH CHILDHOOD HANDS STICKY DELTA DIRT CLINGS TO MY SKIN WHILST GLISTENING EARTHWORMS SLITHER IN A CAN . IMAGINATION GROWS AS HANDS GROW STRONG, FIND A CANE POLE, ONE THAT IS LONG. DROP THE HOOK AND PROP THE POLE, LAZE IN THE SUN TIL THE BAIT IS STOLE. SUMMER SUN HOT, OUGHT TO TAKE A SWIM. DANGLE MY CLOTHES ON A MAGNOLIA LIMB. SPLASH BUCK NAKED, WATCH OUT FOR THE BREAM, THEY'LL TICKLE YOU PINK AS YOU SWIM. WATER...Expand for more