The Southern Way, my family roots
All loved ones gave so much
Such lessons learned, on life's good fruits
Taught with a simple touch
A gravel road, an old homestead
And on the porch, a swing
'n country cookin', all well-fed
Old gospel songs, we'd sing
The hills and hollers, to my eyes
A heavenly terrain.
Where cattle graze beneath blue skies
Beside a bending lane
The coldest water from a well
Oak bucket used to draw
Then granddad rested for a spell
With 'backy in his jaw
A gathering place, the courthouse square
Where farmers had a yarn
'bout how their crop was doin' fair
Work needed on the barn
These memories are just a start
For many do I hold.
A culture loved, it is a part
Of me, it's treasured gold
My heart belongs to Tennessee
Although I'm from up north
Imbued with love, serenity
Her beauty calls me forth
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Author Notes
All my relatives live in Tennessee. Mom and Dad were born and raised there. As a family, we'd drive down there at least twice a year to visit everyone. The degree of their influence on me (and how it formed me) is probably not known to any of them. Many have passed on, but I will never forget any of them and all the good times we had.
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