BILOXI

​At the end of every June,

I would find myself with you,

At the Gulfside, where the boys tried romancing…

Where the stinkfish swam along,

To the chorus of the frogs,

When the sunshine, and the horseflies started dancing.

Come the lazy afternoon,

We’d go rolling in the dunes,

Sand would fill our tattered shoes,

But we’re laughing…

Climbing on the crabbing boats,

That would crash into the coast,

When the sunshine and the horseflies started dancing.

And now, what is this place? This darkened corner of creation, where magic is of word,

And not of earth?

Sister’s warm embrace has all but gone away…

And my memories alone,

Of the Gulf, our only home,

Are fading, like the pigment of her hair…

But the lighthouse in my heart, still reaches out into the dark,

And soon, I’m back with you, where I belong.

And Hannah, you held my hand, as you led me to the sand,

And you came to rest your soul, in the Gulf… Our only home,

Where we buried dreams, with sadness, everlasting.

And when the seagulls stole our food, we would chase them to the moon,

While the sailboats and the ferries were passing.

Where the River Daddies scream,

The only song they knew to sing,

When the sunshine and the horseflies started dancing.

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