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H.D. Whatley, 4 august 2012

Isle of Palms

From the downtown streets of the Walled City
Over that shaky span across the Cooper
Through the village of old Mt. Pleasant
Over the Intracoastal Waterway to Sullivan's Island we drove.

Our final destination was the Isle of Palms.
To the Windjammer bar, is where we went.
Our mission was to party and jam with no qualms
In the process we all happened to get a little bent.

The band played 'Wipe Out' and the crowd went wild to the song.
We all put our beer cans on top of our heads
As the drummer played madly through the throng.
Obviously some of us forgot to take our meds.

As the night dragged on, I walked out to the beach.
There was a gaggle of gals lifting up their feet.
One was a blonde who was a real Georgia peach.
I was not all there so we were not able to actually meet.

© 2010 by H.D. Whatley

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H.D. Whatley, 4 august 2012

Jekyll Island Christmas

It’s slightly cool but sunny for Christmas Day.
After lunch with mom, I decided to reach
Out and touch an old friend from far away.
I put the top down and drove to the beach.

Over the Lanier Bridge I traveled with fear
Then down through the marsh to Jekyll
Past the club where Morgan and Goodyear
Left behind the cold of the North and got pickled.

Past the ranch houses that littered the island
They all seemed kind of bland
To the beach where the Mennonite moms
Played with their children and held them by the hand.

As the sun began to set so it could go to bed
I closed up my top to head to my brother’s
Back to St. Simons so I could be fed
And not forget that today is about being with others.

© 2010 by H.D. Whatley

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