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Poem
September 19, 1959
Atlanta Daily World
Atlanta, Fulton County, Georgia
What is this article about?
A pastoral poem praising the rural beauty and idyllic nature of Brooks County, Georgia, evoking its landscapes, pine trees, yams, and magnolias in a lyrical tribute.
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UP FROM GEORGIA
By THOMAS JEFFERSON FLANAGAN
Brooks County
Here in the humming haunts of the ham,
Here in the region of the yellow yam;
Here where the tall cane fumbles in the sun,
The sweet Eden gardens of Brooks are spun.
O for the green fan, the long needle pine,
O for the cabin where the lamplights shine
Here where the turkey-line gobbles the nooks
The home spun herds sing the sonnets of Brooks.
September lingers late where the sunset dies
And the aged Magnolias throw kisses to the skies
That reflect rare roses from the red petaled books
Where beauty reads her annals around the borders of Brooks.
By THOMAS JEFFERSON FLANAGAN
Brooks County
Here in the humming haunts of the ham,
Here in the region of the yellow yam;
Here where the tall cane fumbles in the sun,
The sweet Eden gardens of Brooks are spun.
O for the green fan, the long needle pine,
O for the cabin where the lamplights shine
Here where the turkey-line gobbles the nooks
The home spun herds sing the sonnets of Brooks.
September lingers late where the sunset dies
And the aged Magnolias throw kisses to the skies
That reflect rare roses from the red petaled books
Where beauty reads her annals around the borders of Brooks.
What sub-type of article is it?
Pastoral
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Brooks County
Georgia
Pastoral Landscape
Eden Gardens
Magnolias
What entities or persons were involved?
By Thomas Jefferson Flanagan
Poem Details
Title
Up From Georgia
Author
By Thomas Jefferson Flanagan
Subject
Brooks County
Key Lines
Here In The Humming Haunts Of The Ham,
Here In The Region Of The Yellow Yam;
Here Where The Tall Cane Fumbles In The Sun,
The Sweet Eden Gardens Of Brooks Are Spun.
September Lingers Late Where The Sunset Dies