Wednesday, January 29, 2025

...the memories that I love and know

 


KENTUCKY
I'm going down to ol' Kentucky
the place where all my family's from
The birthplace of my papaw
and his daughters and his sons
A little spot northeast of Pineville
a holler down in Stoney Fork
All the family sticks together
the coal mine's where the men folk work
The very best southern fried chicken
biscuits and gravy every day
In the evening sip some "lightning"
to help your worries go away
Sit back on the front porch
an old guitar and a dobro
The women teach the young girls
how to quilt and how to sew
Drinking a mug of fresh made homebrew
as the train keeps rolling by
I try to soak it all in
before that way of life has died
They trace our family back to Ireland
a bible holding the old names
Not to mention photo albums
telling who each one is by name
Most everyone that I once knew
has died some time ago
But I still have the cherished memories
the memories that I love and know
Original poem by Tim Stultz
Cambridge Maryland poems and short stories
Source: Facebook - Laurel River Lake Lovers by Diana Gooden [I'm not sure if she altered Tim Stultz's original poem]

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