I Am From Canning Jars

05.26.2009 | Author: Tipper | Posted in Appalachia in Pictures, ETC., Growing up in Appalachia, Mountain Living, Poems, Uncategorized

I am from canning jars, bare feet, and Gibson Guitars

I am from steep ridges, dark hollers, and burned bridges

I am from Irises, Peonies, and Day-lilies

Â Â Â Â From fresh mown hay, Dogwoods, and red clay

I am from pulpwood cutters, truck drivers,

Â Â Â Â Â and homemade butter

Â I am from full hearts, empty pockets and hard work

Â Â Â Â Â Â I am from Jerry and Louzine who made me

Â Â Â Â Â Â From Wade and Maire who helped raise me

Â Â Â Â Â Â I am from Charles and Gazzie who loved me

Â Â Â I am from helping hands, Do unto others

Â Â Â Â Â Â and always be kind

Â Â Â Â Â I am from Goodnight sleep tight

Â Â Â Â Â Â and Things will turn out alright

I am from Camping In Canaan’s Land,

Â The Old Rugged Cross and Just As I Am

Â Â Â I am from Ireland over the sea,

Â Â Â Â Â North Carolina and Tennessee

Â Â From cornbread and beans, biscuits and gravy

Â Â Â Â Â Â I am from the Marine, the Sweet Mother

Â Â Â Â and the Two Brothers

Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â

4 Responses

admin Says:
June 5th, 2009 at 7:33 pm
Loved the poem and the pictures.
williammollett Says:
December 18th, 2009 at 8:11 am
beautiful poem and nice pictures
dottiemay25 Says:
April 11th, 2010 at 7:35 am
beautiful pictures ‘
Happy Anderson Says:
May 3rd, 2010 at 2:55 am
I loved your poem and beautiful pictures. It brings back a lot of memories of growing up in Tug River Valley.

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