home is where the heart is
Born a buckeye
Salmon patties and cornbread still graced the table
Shit fire and save the matches
I’ve unintentionally gained a little accent
Changed my state citizenship as soon as I was able
Papaws on both sides said goodbye Appalachia during the great migration
I didn’t anticipate that eastern Kentucky college campus would be the subject of my life’s preservation
More at home here than I ever was on the other side of the river
I’d have to have a real good reason to leave her
If you had one still, I’d probably go kickin’ and screamin’
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Cheers to this! 🙂
Love this 🙂 as a Kentucky transplant, I feel the same, I hope to never leave!
Bringing back good memories;
Salmon patties and cornbread
Born and bred, and having lived all over…I might not choose to stay at all, when my children have gone off to college.
And yet…Kentucky remains in the blood, whether born or bred. Whether chosen or not. It holds a sway and buries deeply.
Have enjoyed your pieces this year. Thank you for sharing with us, Morgan.