Kentucky This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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Ireland is not the true Emerald Isle
nor is Greenland very green,
and perhaps when you've climbed Kentucky's mountains,
you'll get a glimpse of what I mean.

Those rolling hills and serpentine slopes
and copper waters with soapy dreams
will hopefully soon begin to show
just a glimpse of what I mean:

Those farmhouses do
stagger and sway,
bowing in the midsummer breeze,
as fireflies surround the fields,
bending sunflowers at their knees.

Those trailer-houses do
rust and age
and hide beneath dirt and sand,
but uncut grass of the purest green
climbs high to join in brotherly hands.

Those highways do
litter open space,
but the beauty lies in between:
perhaps once you've traveled every inch,
you'll finally know what I mean.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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MarieAntoinette2014 said...
Jan. 13, 2015 at 8:20 am
I live 30 minutes from Kentucky and a little town nearby has a fire tower. When you get to the top you can see Kentucky, and rural Indiana. It's beautiful in a way no one can ever fully appreciate... This poem is lovely. Made me savor all the things I love about the country.
 
daisy:) said...
Dec. 10, 2009 at 9:06 pm
I am so very blessed. When I wake up every morning I get to see just that. The words are always on the tip of my tongue... those words :) Simply brilliant!
 
PK4evr This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 9, 2009 at 9:22 pm
AHAHHA! Used to live there! And that's so true!
 
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