Out of Virginia and Carolina

to new hills and red clay

Scots-Irish, German, English

With stills, hounds, home brew

Children in packs

Bearing freckles and chestnut curls

Massacring oak and hickory

For slab-board shacks and fields of corn, potatoes, cabbage, hemp, tobacco

Subsistence

I am not a flat-lander of the Tipton Til Plain

I am of the Upland,

of Pentecost Revivals,

rusted four wheel drive Chevys,

from those who sold white lightning to judges to keep revenuers away,

voted straight Democratic tickets,

ate beans and cornbread every Sunday

Faulker would have loved us