Kentucky Memoir

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I miss Kentucky:

The rolling hills,

Mid-winter chills,

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.

 

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