These old men 
Mountains
Men of the mountains
Mountains made these men

The ground cold into May
Wet till October
And then the gold is abundant
Don't pan- just look up
Salamanders scurry
And squirrels scold
And bear chew
Lazy, arrogant

Brides with wildflower halos
And dulcimers on the porch
Chicken and dumplins on Sunday
After Bible thumpin' amens

Old baying dogs with black patches
Flogging roosters 
Rusted tools hanging forgotten
But don't kill the black snake 

Didja hear about Shorty
Gonna run 'em a cobbler
Porch swing's squeakin' 
What to do with all this squash

Yes ma'am 
And thank you 
Please don't trouble yourself
Prettiest quilt I ever laid eyes on

There's watermelon
And sweet tea
Cousins are all comin' too
Just wanna drop in this heat

We're headed to the lake
To the funeral home
Just want to set a spell
All we do is run run run

Rain's on the way
Mail's late
Kids comin' in for Thanksgiving
Can't wait to get to the beach

So green it'll hurt your eyes
So humid you can wring the water off of you
So slow you think you'll never get there
And everybody's talkin' 'bout football

Stay Southern, y’all

Love from Appalachia,

~Amy