Roots

I have always embraces my redneck roots

Yes this is me

With a cigarette

Hanging from my lips or fingertips

This is me

Hair long

Draping loosely over my shoulders

Blue jeans and plain t-shirts

This is me deep in the pine trees

Basking in the

Unpolluted sun

Watching the lizards and dogs play in

The Red Indian clay

Life is slow

Melting ice cubes  and lemon tea

Late afternoon sun

Casing its shadows on the pine needle coved woods

Yes this is me

Daughter of a bee charmer

Sixth generation

Shoving this snow

Sweeping this porch

This is me

Set aside from the flurry

Of traffic lights

And homicide police

Instead I feel the fresh mountain air

Count the stars city people have never seen

This is me.

Free.

This is me.