I cannot write of redbuds and ladybugsNot nowBut I should strive to do betterFor it is spring And you need to read something much lighterThan my trialsI once had a high school English teacherWho told us“You must write of what you know”And although I know of horsesI know of heartbreak better nowI know of trout fishingI know of SEC FootballWell, I used toI find it hard to care anymoreI know of standing in the surfAnd feeling a crab run across my toesAnd a jellyfish sweep past my calvesAnd tiny fish peck inquisitively I know of mosquitoes And still nights When I lay on a quilt in my yardWatching the stars wink and sparkleAnd the moon on its journeyAnd I want to be up thereOn my own feathered wingsOr on silver onesI know of many restaurants I know River Street and all its barsI used to know all the names of Lisa’s goatsBut my head can’t contain what I still knowIt is focused on the otherAnd I have to get back Turn again, stalwartBecause that’s how I repair myselfNobody is unhappy forever No one is always happyIt’s ups and downsAnd rounds and roundsAnd I what I want is immaterial FasterFaster stillIf you could justSitYou get one tripMake it countLove from Appalachia, ~Amy…