Lean back on the dark cool bluegrass
Rest your head on the firm curve of the smooth basketball
Sip your Ale-8 even if you were not weaned on its tang
Pause at the top of each hill to catch your breath and the breeze and your location
Scoop up that peppery gravy with the last bite of biscuit swirled around the plate
Feel the beat of the drums reflected off the hills in the primal call of the tailgate
Savor the comforting weight of a hot brown in your belly
Hear the twang of a dulcimer built by a hillwoman and handed down through her people
Pack your holidays with the rich flavors of Ruth Hunt
Run your horses for the sheer joy of the sun and the wind
Place the dark cool bluegrass on your tongue to taste the bitter and the sweet