Poetry

Savannah (#1199)

A beautiful sunrise over the Savannah River,
An unusual chill in the air causing a shiver,
A fresh layer of dew painted on the ground,
Passing ships let their horns sound,
On the river, the ships’ reflections shimmer,
Waters ripple bathed in a sunlight glimmer,
Hanging moss from the trees sway,
Jostling streets tell of a new day,
Cobblestones pave the riverside street,
Storefronts where the dock and water meet,
Seagulls fly and call out overhead,
Aromas of food and bakery baked bread,
Statues or flowers around every square,
Historic buildings still standing there,
The old-world charm is hard to measure,
But Savannah IS a Georgian treasure.

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