Today’s guest poem was written by Pinnacle Creek.
Where I’m From written by Pinnacle Creek
I am from dusty mountain roads, Eight O’Clock coffee and wild strawberry preserves on Cat Eye biscuits.
I am from “a house perched on a mountain,” night sounds, ghost stories told long into the night and sworn to be true.
I am from Mountain Laurel and Sarvis, the fragrance of Honeysuckle filling the air.
I come from honest and hard-working, mountain folk–the Lesters, Lanes, Steeles, and Grampa Green.
I am from a world where coal was once king, where respect for God comes first, then country; coalminers and military are noble professions.
From “if you can’t say anything good, then don’t say anything,” and I am from Bible totin’ believers with tent filled revivals with old time preachin’.
I am “country roads take me home,” a good raisin’ on beans and potatoes.
From where “shine” was made, Brother Norman’s preaching rang out into the quiet valley, and folks were baptized in the beautiful Pinnacle Creek.
I am from memories of trunks filled with handmade quilts, children learning to yodel as the sounds echoed ‘cross the mountains.
I hope you enjoyed Pinnacle Creek’s poem as much as I did! Many of the lines resonated with me-I especially liked the one: I am from “a house perched on a mountain,” night sounds, ghost stories told long into the night and sworn to be true.