Today’s guest poem was written by Julie Hughes.
I Am From Hills And Hollers written by Julie Hughes
I am from hills and hollers, from King James Bibles and berry dumplin’s.
I am from the ridge above the bottom where my Granny lived. I am from maple trees and lilac bushes, the colors of fall and spring.
I am from loving, strong, and steadfast; from Granny Watsie and Papaw Hughes and the Saylor’s urge to roam.
I am from stubborn, never quit mountain stock who told me to always be savin’ with everything. From God’s grace and stand your ground. I am from Baptists, Methodists, and whiskey makers and sippers.
I am from Swartz Ridge in Monroe County Indiana, and Scots-Irish Kentuckians who loved butter beans and cornbread.
From a rolling stone Granddaddy who was always ready to move on and the folks who kept the home place waiting for his return.
I am from people that read the signs of the woods and thank God each day for their blessings. They are something to be proud of.
I hope you enjoyed Julie’s poem as much as I did! I love this line: I am from stubborn, never quit mountain stock who told me to always be savin’ with everything. It makes me think of Granny who saves EVERYTHING and the never quit mountain stock I’ve been blessed to live among.