Mobile Bay

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I was inspired to write this poem by three words that I picked from a list: Alabama, Jambalaya, and Keepsake. I was also inspired by a recent trip down to Mobile, Alabama, and the things we did. I dedicate this poem to my awesome sister, Annelise, who is down in Mobile right now for work.

Submitted: February 10, 2015

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I feel as if I’m down in Alabama, on the shores of Mobile Bay. The water laps against my feet. It is like a keepsake in my mind; memories of eating grandma’s jambalaya. Here I can feel like reaching out over the waters to South America. While dreaming a dream that seems impossible to dream. In my mind lies the vastness of swamps and marshes. A picture is painted of swamp oaks, and swamp moss hanging from them; Creating patched curtains that I can look through as we drive the causeway. I am reminded of good conversations with friendly neighbors on summer evenings. Of walking along streets lit by stars hanging from the trees on a December’s night. I walk the decks of the U.S.S. Alabama like sailors once did. I can hear the sound of the turret guns as they fired upon the shores of Normandy and Midway. I love the taste of fresh seafood at Ed’s Seafood Shack. It transports me back in time to my grandmother’s stories of sitting on the pier, and catching crabs. I could just lazily lay on the pier, sun tanning in a care free world. I dream of a time when I could just walk to the country store. I would get penny-candy, and a cold coke. On a hot summer’s day, the store would feel like an ice chest. Those times have since left, and have brought a new dawn. When it is time to leave, I won’t be able to go. This place is like a slice of heaven for me. One that I can’t leave without leaving part of my soul.


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