AS DIRT SIFTED THROUGH FINGERS
THE GHOSTS OF ART COME TO LIFE
LOOKING AT OLD FLOWOOD PLANTATION I IMAGINE A SOUTHERN BELLE
WALKING DOWN THE STEPS, SOME COTTON BARRON'S WIFE
IT ALL STARTED WITH SOME VIRGINIA MATRIARCH NAMED ANNE CONSTABLE
A FLOW OF MY HERITAGE COMING SOUTH AND WEST, THEIR VISION UNSTOPPABLE
TOWARD A PLACE SET IN TIME, TIME'S CLOCK NEVER MOVING
MY INFATUATION OF A PLACE COULD ALL BE FORGIVEN
I ONCE HAD FRIENDS BRAG ABOUT THEIR GEORGIA ATTRIBUTE
KNOWING MY MUDDY HERITAGE NONE SHAKEN
I MET A FANCY GIRL IN OLD TERMINUS TOWN
SCORES OF DEBUTANTES TO PICK, FEELING NON SHOULD BE TAKEN
I LOOKED TO THE WEST KNOWING MY ONE LOVE WAS HALF MY ANCESTRAL HOME WINE SIFTED THROUGH FLASK, MAGNOLIA MEMORIES COMFORTED ME ALONE
OH BUCKHEAD NIGHT LOOKING WESTWARD AS DIRT SIFTED THROUGH FINGERS
THE PHANTOMS OF MISSISSIPPI CAME TO LIFE.
Praise of a state that has given me half of who I am from my mother's mother's side of the family. Going east you have glitzy Atlanta and the agriculturally fertile state of Georgia. A few of my friends had their ancestry come out of that great state. Sure Georgia has an awful lot to be proud of. My friends growing up in Alabama would certainly let me know about how great their Georgian heritage was. The way Alabama was settled is that those in the western half of the state were usually descended from Mississippians. Those in the eastern half of the state were Georgia, South Carolina descended. Living in the eastern part of the state meant I stood out in having Missisippian blood juxtaposed to that of the Georgian so many others had.
