Tuesday, July 12, 2022

Southern Ponderings


on the back porch, I sit for the

hundredth time or more and as

I gaze at the wasps that are trying

to figure out how to get past the

screens, my mind does more than

just reflects, it ponders on all the

deeds and misdeeds that brought

me here to the valley of Tennessee

where the farmland flows northeast

and the Smokys provide shade to

all the marijuana plants that thrive

in her rich soils...  it ponders all the

make-shift stills that are hidden in

her caves and crevices away from the

eyes of the revenuers who seek them

out for whatever reason...  it ponders

the eagles, falcons, and hawks that

fly the currents of her skies without

having to pay tribute to the landlords

down below who are perched on fence

posts and rocks with rifles to hunt them

down for sport...  it ponders the influx

of immigrants from Texas who have

journeyed this far to the east coast and

who have decided to stay and live off

the land as share-croppers...  it ponders

the end of life that comes to us all and

it matters not what we have accomplished

as within a few years, it is all forgotten.


4 July 2022



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