my south

Your breaks are unusual. I sense a consistency there, but haven’t figured out the “code”.
“Sweet-as-tea words” indeed! This poem is filled with them. The South has gotten some bad press in the past – much of it well-deserved – but the one area they can forever tout is their way with words. You have obviously inherited that cultural ethos. Its echoes continue to sing sing sing through you.
Let me guess: Tennessee?
Nice write!
Alcuin