I Am From Canning Jars
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
From fresh mown hay, Dogwoods, and red clay
I am from pulpwood cutters, truck drivers,
and homemade butter
I am from full hearts, empty pockets and hard work
I am from Jerry and [...]