morning on the big sandy river

The mountains weep thin wet tears every morning
crying for the memory of nostalgia—
soup beans & cornbread
tincan targets
momma’s grand ole opry listenin’

This true hillbilly nostalgia
captures each new generation as the last
with lunchpail talk
& old time, regular baptist, religion

“Looks like heaven,
all that fog liftin’ off the river”

Heaven is home here
& all the children know
Jesus loves ‘em
(momma told me so)

Coal soot stains this innocence
with the black death
yet that fiddle cornbread
& tent revival fervor
this is (“has been a long while”)
our home