This is Charleston – Original Poem Inspired by Charleston
This is Charleston
It is a rainbow of infinite memories
From the early settlers to the pioneers of tomorrow
Sailboats raise a symbol to the sky as the wind guides them offshore creating a finely stitched canvas of white clouds and ocean blue
From the tips of the church steeples reaching to the heavens, to the remains of our forefathers resting in the sacred burials, Charleston is a blessing and gift
In its wonder, we are taken back in time to cobblestone roads, horse drawn carriages and southern hospitality as sweet as nectar on pecan pie
Once a shipping ground for slavery and inequality; now a harmonious settlement of integration, culture, dining and hospitality
Each morning, the sun rises over the harbor and welcomes a new day with open arms
Streets filled with life, the sound of music and aromas to warm the soul
This is Charleston
It is home to the world
Defining a global appeal, an artist sees a city with a marriage of nature and skyline beauty becoming one
Painting in his head a true masterpiece
Now this canvas, resting peacefully on the coast, is laden in strokes of reds and blues
Always in flux as patrons pay homage to the city we love
This is Charleston
From the laughter of the children in the fountain, to the love of an elderly couple embracing on the sand, this is heart of all that is good
This is Charleston; where the heart of the south reminds you of the beauty of life
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THE ESSENCE OF CHARLESTON
The clop-clop-clop of the horses’ hooves
along the city streets,
The carriage rides, the mansions high,
the “City-by-the-Sea”,
The Oleanders, the Dogwood trees,
Azaleas by the mile,
The picture-taking tourists
capturing a smile,
The ocean waves, the churchyard graves,
the ghosts that haunt the night,
The market street, the battery
where soldiers braved the fight,
The basket lady’s “sweetgrass” wares,
the shops with gifts galore,
The old estates, wrought-iron gates,
the gardens held in store,
The parking waits, the sidewalk slates
that trip you in your stride,
The memories, the history
of steeples in the sky,
The recipes with benne seeds,
The harbor with its views,
The walking tours, the shaded lure
of moss-draped avenues,
The old hotels that still do well,
the walk on cobblestone,
The flowers held in outstretched hands
is the city we call, “Home”!
Nancy L. Meek, 7 April 1997