Sunday, May 2, 2010

"A Southern Childhood" - a Poem

I have been inspired to write a poem beginning with "I am" by published author and blogger Sheryl Ann Crawford, here, who has written many children's books. She recently highlighted a beautiful poem written by Janet, from West Virginia. I wrote this one with thoughts of my Tennessee cousins in mind.

“I Am”

I am from poor dirt farmers
Working in the fields
With backs hunched over
Wiping the sweat from their brow

And I am from the blue collar workers
Who worked a 40-hour week
Never asking for a hand-out
Just wanting to make a living

I am a singer of Gospel songs
Saved in a little country church
With folks waving their funeral parlor fans
In a chorus of “Amens”

I am from playing outside after dusk
Swatting mosquitoes on a hot, summer's eve
Walking to the corner grocery store
For a cold bottle of Coca Cola

I am from rusty pick-up trucks
Fishing ponds and coon dogs,
Cotton fields and tire swings
Listening to the whistle of a train

I am from a Southern childhood
From biscuits made from scratch
Sweet tea, and wraparound porches
And Jesus as my Savior

(c) Anita M. Ashworth 2010


Sheryl Crawford said...

Oh, Anita! Your "I Am From..." poem is touching and beautiful. I LOVE your last line!

Janet, said...

I love your poem, Anita! Very descriptive! I am glad you took the challenge.

Rita said...

Oh those homemade biscuits and wrap around porch sound good! Love being from the south!

Manuela@TPOH said...

I enjoyed your "I am" poem!


GretchenJoanna said...

I love many evocative's inspiring me to do something similar.

Anita said...

Thank you all for your kind comments!