“AI poem about Mobile Alabama”

Where southern air grows thick with tales,  
A steeple shines where river sails—  
Mobile stands, magnolia crowned,  
With Mardi Gras and jazz in sound.  

Azalea blooms along Dauphin,  
Brick streets where carriages have been,  
Oak trees draping Spanish moss,  
A patchwork history, never lost.  

From Battleship Park’s gray silhouette  
To Carnival confetti yet  
To fall like rain along the Square,  
Laughter, beads, and pride fill air.  

The port hums with a restless trade,  
Where Gulf winds meet what man has made;  
Seafood sizzles in the night,  
Red beans and zydeco delight.  

In Mobile’s heart, past meets the new—  
Old forts near start-ups, sky so blue.  
A city shaped by tides that roam,  
Alive with dreams and deep-rooted home.  

So here where river, sky, and pine  
All waltz beneath the old skyline,  
Mobile, sweet city by the bay,  
You bloom anew each dawning day.

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