I am from patchwork quilts,
from Lava soap and lavender.
I am from the red plank house,
clay dirt baking in the sun.
I am from the jonquils,
the queen pippin,
fried apple pies.
I'm from storytelling,
from Granddaddy Bob and Uncle Bill.
I'm from farmers
plowing cornfields with mules,
hard-working, Appalachian folks.
I'm from a chapel in the woods,
shape-note music,
a circut-riding Methodist preacher,
the King James Bible.
I'm from Hyatt Mill Creek,
cornbread and buttermilk.
From Great-Granddaddy Dallas Matheson
planting a peach orchard
on Shewbird Mountain.
In my closet is a shoebox
spilling old pictures,
Scots-Irish ancestors,
my Cherokee Indian grandmother.
I am from the Blue Ridge Mountains
of western North Carolina,
scraps of history pieced
into a Lone Star quilt.
--Brenda Kay Ledford
Writers and poets in the far western mountain area of North Carolina and bordering counties of South Carolina, Georgia and Tennessee post announcements, original work and articles on the craft of writing.
Loved this Brenda! We are from the some of the very same things.
ReplyDeleteI am delighted to see this wonderful poem, Brenda. It stirred warm memories and left me smiling.
ReplyDeleteBravo!
Brenda, your poems always take me to a place I enjoy visiting and this one takes me right here in Clay County, a lovely peaceful place.
ReplyDelete