From an old light house in stary gaze
Tall sailing ships with sturdy mast
Warriors shouts who's fate was cast
She calls for me from way back when
Tabby forts and rivers bend
Bare foot boys on hot sandy ground
Boyhood friends all gathered round
She calls for me from childish past
Sandy beaches and wire grass
Blue crabs caught on a single string
Up from the bottom shiney and clean
She calls for me in my mind today
Rescues me from world gone astray
Spanish moss on ancient oak trees
She beckons me my "Low Country"
Just a little thought about my chidhood in Beaufort S.C.
What a beautiful place to be a child....
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