I love the lazy Southern spring,
The way she melts around a chap
And lets the great magnolias fling
Their languid petals in his lap.
I love to travel down half-way
And meet her coming up the earth,
With hurdy-gurdy men who play
And make the children dance for mirth.
But best of all I love to steer
For quiet corners not too far,
Where the first juleps reappear
With fresh green mint behind the bar.
P. S. Perhaps you'll think it queer,
But I do not dislike a hint
To let the juleps disappear
And stick my nose into the mint.
The First Julep
Bliss Carman (william)
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Poem topics: I love you, children, dance, green, spring, travel, fresh, earth, great, play, quiet, I miss you, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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