Poetry ooff the top of my head.

In this short twelve line poem I have combined the ocean and southern cooking. Inspired by a question asked by Hixxy.



Vast acres of green
Waves in the warm,
Weather that is rarely seen
I can only try to dream.

It could easily be wheat
No, not in this heat,
I can feel it
Even on my feet.

Vast acres of sun
The day is nearly done,
Mother has cooked another one
Fried Okra is ready, come everyone!!