ketucky home
kentucky home
in the fading sunshine,
feeling wild of mind,
a detroit born girl
rides down country roads
in a red
thunderbird.
early summer teases
flower scented breezes,
the temperature a mild
70 degrees. finally…
the detroit girl
can breathe.
ahhh… yes, please.
the sun warms red barns,
behind miles and miles
of white fenced horse farms
where lazy cows roam,
she decides
to put
the rag top down.
and leave the gps alone
cruising through
back country roads,
no particular
place to go, finally… I know:
this detroit born girl
a wanderer not lost,
has made kentucky home.
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Claudia – I like how your form fits the random ambling through the KY countryside! I can just see you in that red thunderbird with the top down! This hits home for all of us who were not born here but have made KY our place.
You know I love that t-bird! Yes! And actually, my roots are from Kentucky—Middlesboro. We moved north during the Great Migration. It truly is home, a re-homing, but home just the same.
This poem rings true to so many of us who some way or another ended up transplanted to KY. It took me a minute to realize I was home. It took KY years to accept me and let me be a part of this humble, yet good-ole-boy community. Every day I say thank you KY for giving me such a wonderful life.
Same!
I love it! I’m from MI too (but West MI)!
I love the form and journey of this piece on the page (and am glad you found home here!)
Hey, Michigander!
I think your poem speaks for a lot of us transplants.