Like a "Dark Clementine" Dream come true.......

The sun in "jail-town" was ugly, and dim
The town was dark, and full of sin
 
The animals were meek, and weak
The flowers were bleak, and bleaker
 
The stars were dim, and the architecture lifeless
The art is cheap tin, and the statehouse clueless
 
But then, as you drove south, past the Mason Dixon Line
things changed
everything changed
 
The sun became a Holy red-orange fire
The town vibrates as strong as a hot-red iron
 
The animals are strong, and expressive as an angels' wings
the flowers and trees colored and expressive, can not be chained
 
Goddess her self appeared in the stars like a tattoo
The art in the museums; like gorgeous taboos
 
I pondered, is it true ? is this area truly under the "Grace of God."
For here, I feel like a "Heavenly Body."
 
I realized the myth is true
and the South is the Holy Beautiful Blue
 
CLEMENTINE COUNTRY
won't you live forever in thy
CLEMENTINE COUNTRY.......thy myth is real.