I miss Kentucky:
The rolling hills,
And the general calming sensation
that enveloped me as I wound
through those hills.
The people, God I miss:
Their beautiful smiling faces,
A day at the races,
Canned goods by the cases,
And the aspects of every
tear cried, life strived, and day survived,
wrinkled into their worn faces.
I miss who I was there:
To anyone, those memories I would share,
Of all the people who truly care,
Drop me off in Kentucky, and beware,
I may never return.