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



6 comments:

Sheryl Crawford said...

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

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!

Manuela

GretchenJoanna said...

I love this...so many evocative lines...it's inspiring me to do something similar.

Anita said...

Thank you all for your kind comments!
Anita