Lou J. Klaiber

SOUTH… SPEED… AND OL’ PINE TREES!

Southern roads
are heartland.

… dirt tracks
always headin’ toward the Pines
that wake up Dad and Grampa every night.

Dirt
ain’t nuthin’ but dust
and a sideways flyin’ thing
called speed…

… always we goin’
home.
A Southern style of livin’.
A way of flyin’ low.

Home!

God must surely close his eyes
as he places his love upon us.

Rebel boys and Rebel gals
flyin’ the backroad
toward home.

South is dirt
and speed
… and Rebs that love it

Rebel children goin’ home.