Today's guest poem was written by Ron Banks.
Ridgeway Baptist Church Ca. 1860’s
Where I Am From written by Ron Banks
I am from front porch swings and a hand hewn log church.
I am from the house at the end of the road, noisy katydids at night, soft handmade quilts and the smell of hot biscuits in the morning.
I am from the apple tree the muscadine and fertile soil.
I am from summer revivals, hard work and my parents, Simon and Amy.
I am from the mind your own business and not others.
From, if you stand on your head your liver will turn over and kill you and chewing tobacco will stunt your growth.
I am from hell fire and damnation preaching, altar calls and shouting the house down.
I'm from Gilmer County, Scotland, Ireland, England and France. Cornbread and fried pork chops.
From a Confederate soldier, wounded and captured. I am from the moonshine runner and the circuit preacher.
I am from the family Bible, hickory switches, daddy’s pistol and grandpa’s straight razor. I am from Appalachia.
I hope you enjoyed Ron's poem as much as I did! The line about standing on your head made me think of all the sayings I heard as a kid like "if you swallow chewing gum it stays in your stomach for 7 years."