WHERE IM FROM

I am from coal being mined deep underground to the sun as it peaks over the mountain tops.
I am from dirt roads and handshakes.
I am from the apple tree in the back yard, the rose bush at the bottom of the driveway.
I am from mamaw’s breakfast on Sunday morning to cornbread and soup beans in the evening.
I am from the box of papaws…Read More

WHERE I’M FROM
I am from mamaws home cookin’, from John Deer and Honda
I am from the garden down the hill
I am from the apple tree in the front yard
I am from huntin’ and fishin’, from mom and dad and the nease’s
I am from the backwoods play ground that children now know better than I do, from a small quiet holler to the next one over
From…Read More