Lawrence I.

Kentucky

Down in yonder hollers
carved out by winding cricks,
insecure people
call the ones that live here hicks.
 
Here people live
for more than money,
live life
for what life’s worth.
 
Though poor in money
and possessions they may be,
they have a richness hard to find
by either you or me.
 
Where old abandoned mines
often do forebode,
and people love to sing
John Denver’s “Country Roads”
 
Spend time in yonder hollers
and you’ll never be the same.
Here people do what they must
and don’t just pass the blame.
 
So try not to be
too quick to judge,
and they’ll try not
to hold a grudge.
 
So bundle up
and do take care,
‘cause it’s colder than
a well digger’s butt out there.



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