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From "Jug Holding"
for a Theta Phi Alpha

Southern Princess Missing from the Tides

006e25d5f93c5908e9295c648d9e7d94by Stefon Napier19 Jan 2014

Estranged is she from the southern tide,
and the gentle weaving grass.
They miss her, the silver minnows
and the thrush.

Long has she not seen the morning dew
missing is she from the sun cloaked afternoons
gone perhaps to some starry avenue
held in pea coat arms, eyes awash in a grand view.

What days now does her grace pursue?
Stepping proudly in soundless silver shoes.
Ballroom dancing amidst a gold hue
but who knew that she was a daughter of the deep southern blue.

Stored is she, in the castle din,
with mirth that is not always her own
but among patterns of joy,
she tends to bloom.

And they miss her, the silver minnows
and the thrush, though they have not yet
put faith to rust.
They trust, that which is trust.

Estranged is she from the southern tide,
A thousand hearts would sing and cheer with wine
If over her throne she would preside
And bring back to the south all which is divine.