O Atlanta, roseate dawn, the clodhoppers, hillbillies, rednecks, drunken dreams of murdering blacks; the gin mills still. Our fried chicken and Key lime pie and rickets. To drain all your swamps and touch a match, Seminoles forbidden drink. Save the dogs everywhere. In France by actual count, Count Blah Blah shot 885 pheasants in one day, his personal record. There was a story of a lost child who remained lost & starved to death hiding in a hollow log from both animals and searchers. Cuba is off there beyond the Tortugas, forever invisible; Isle of Pines where Crane wept, collecting tons of starfish and eels. Her love was committed to horses and poets weighing less than 150 lbs. I weigh 200 and was not allowed into her Blue Fuck Room. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEREDITY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HOW CYRUS LAID THE CABLE [JULY 29, 1866] by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE FOOL'S PRAYER by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL HOLYHEAD, SEPTEMBER 25, 1727 by JONATHAN SWIFT ACHIEVEMENT'S SILVER CRY by MARGARETE ROSE AKIN LITTLE BERNHARD by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |