Day 31: Kentucky

Kentucky Mountainside

felt kinship in these mountains

that journey long ago

where trees hold memories of runnings and hidings

and bluegrass and whiskey fills the spirits of those here and gone

perhaps i felt the presence of my Kentucky born great great grandmother

that day

sat quietly in the darkness that early morning

holding a pistol against the tree

in case someone ill intentioned were to come my way

held ground until junior scooped me up

and we continued on our way

which of the elder Blackburn’s was it i felt that morning

reminding me of the familiar

scents of damp wood and hard work