Age 8 and younger
Skip a Rock in Tennessee
Cameron Bailey, Sequachee Valley EC
My Uncle Jesse taught me how to skip a rock
First from Pawpaw’s pond dam
Then from Fall Creek Falls’ fishing dock
He told me to look carefully
To take my time
Look for a rock that is smooth, flat
And as thin as a dime
I looked real hard and found the perfect
Rock for me
I turned my side, gave the rock a toss
One, two, three splash
I was so happy I wanted to do it more and more
So I found another special rock
Gave it a toss and twist
One, two, three, four
Spring Time in Tennessee
Maggie Williams, Cumberland EMC
Listening to Dolly’s songs
Going to the Smokies
Crops start to grow
And rain starts to fall.
Finally, the seeds get planted
Iris bloom beautifully
Tennessee looks nice and green
Further than the eye can see
Pastel colors are being worn
Its warming up from winter’s cold
You can tell its spring here in Tennessee!
Jean Baczynski, Appalachian Electric Cooperative
My backyard is a sight to see,
My backyard is in Tennessee.
Birds and squirrels love my backyard
And are so often seen playing joyfully.
I like to swing and jump on my trampoline
I feel like I am a queen.
I run and jump
Sometimes so fast I cannot be seen.
I walk in the creek
In my bare feet
I catch crawdads
But never enough to eat.
My backyard is the best you see
It belongs to my family and me.
We laugh and sing
And love Tennessee.
Emma Laymon, Middle Tennessee EMC
We are the Tri-Star State
The three-part land
The homeland trinity
United from the Grand Divisions
We are three in one
From the flat country of the West
To the definite valleys and mountains
Of the East
Connected by the city of music
We earn our star on the country’s banner
We earn our place in America
A sea of volunteers
Contributing to the nation
As the sun ascends,
We start our day
With the remembrance
That we are the Tri-Star State
Song of the Multitude
Luke Barnard, Gibson Electric Membership Corporation
When the heavens, o’erspread with gray,
Are split with some cacophony
As though the alluring siren song
Had wondered inland from the sea.
When tiny bodies wing their flight
O’er the clouded stormy face
And upon the skeleton trees alight
To bless with innocent grace.
“You stricken land, all dead with frost,
Your pallor’s cadaverous sheen
Will spring forth blossoms in days to come
As resurrected green.”
So sing, so sing the song of spring
Thy melody coax the earth
Let ring, let ring the song of spring
The Melody of Mirth.
Rachel Grant, Middle Tennessee EMC
Not a driver, but rather, a passenger.
A simple plant, at the mercy of its surroundings.
We put ourselves above the humble plant,
just because we can loom over it.
we are growing next to it.
Small and weak,
and at the mercy of our surroundings.
We look down onto it,
but because we are looking down
we are blind to the looming trees.
The hills that roll around us.
The wind that snaps through us,
bending and folding us,
An ever changing wind,
and as it changes we change too.
Riding along the weather.
“Born and Created”
Cheyenne Lackey, Cumberland Electric Membership Corporation
Silky purple petals
Push themselves open
Cities and people
In its folds
Born and created
In the city of music
In the course of dreams
Delivered on our
Before the world
And its curious fingertips
The same precipice
Into the Cumberland
Born and created from
Underneath my bare feet
Unable to break
Always need thick skin to win
Born and created
I Miss Country Music
Lane Scoggins, Duck River EMC
I miss sitting in the passenger seat
Of the happiest truck I know of
Chain-sucking the daylights out
Of a few precious American Spirits.
Sucking overpriced coffee steam and
Tennessee country ballads
out the rolled down windows.
Assuming seventeen and the residual
Heat between the folds
Of my skeleton tank top
Are concrete. Permanent
The kind I’ll learn to yearn for.
The kind I’ll beg to cup in my palms
One last time.
Marlene Jenkins, Middle Tennessee Electric Membership Corporation
Ice traces the back of the hill’s hand,
Curving, grasping towards the East.
Looking to the hills you find a calm place.
A familiar, worn face,
The one that you call home.
Her laugh lines creaking with memories,
The yard still lined with trees-
That you once knew.
And all at once you knew-
You grew up too.
Thankful for the home that raised you right,
You retrace your childhood role.
The one that had you inside,
When on came the streetlamps,
Early in the night.
Subtle reminders to thank,
Such as the sun that still shines-
Brighter with time.
Hold on to Faith
Cricket Sands, Middle Tennessee Electric Membership Corporation
A shimmering light, this is happiness.
But every star dies, then you’re left in darkness.
She convinced herself she’s not alright,
that she was too weak to fight.
she thought she’d end her life early,
so she climbed a building of forty stories.
She wanted to jump, she wanted to fly.
It was so very high, she felt nauseous, too scared to die.
She left the building, feeling ashamed of herself altogether,
reminding herself she wasn’t strong,
and life wouldn’t get any better.
If I could go back, and tell my former self anything,
I’d tell her she was wrong.
Sandi Hines, Middle Tennessee EMC
Standing silhouette metal against the backdrop of sunshine soon to rotate out of sight.
My thoughts wonder of the stories this field could tell if ground had a voice.
Soldiers with loved ones waiting for their homecoming.
Tired and weary from the fighting, seeing the dying.
What has this hallowed ground experienced?
Does the earth feel?
If so, how it must weep for humankind.
Emily Goodloe, Middle Tennessee Electric Membership Corporation
To hike, to wander
in this place
where beauty is so lush
Is the peace and plenty
The coolness brings a blush
to my cheeks, as I breathe
I dream of days, outside, at home
where I can feel complete.
To wander and to trust
the great expanse of trails
the adventure cures what ails.
Watch it float
hear it call
It all feels a sense to me
That’s where I want to be.
A Tennessee Education
Paula Smith, Appalachian Electric Cooperative
We’re not just growing gardens, we’re growing children
We’re not just building houses, we’re building men
We’re not just making music, we’re making memories
Glorifying God with our family and friends
We’re not merely making meals, we’re making Mamas
We’re not merely making a living, we’re making a life
Our goal is not comfort and security
It will all be worth the struggle and strife
God doesn’t just value the product, He values the process
Those made in His image should do the same
More than just obedience, He wants a relationship
With those He created to glorify His name
Age 65 and older
Ternary regions—West, Middle, East.
Escalating topography—coastal plain
to rolling hills to plateau to soaring
mountains. Abundant water features—
to Cumberland to Tennessee Rivers;
Reelfoot, Old Hickory, deep Norris,
other lakes. Cotton, corn,
to hillside tobacco patches.
Myriad plant life. Diverse factories.
Craft shows, tomato festivals, horse
shows, mule auctions. Corner markets
to swanky shopping malls.
Tiny towns to metropolitan sprawl.
Cultural diversity with southern charm.
Celebrate the famous Grand Ole Opry.
Bluegrass, country and gospel; sidewalk
musicians to Music City concerts.
Sing it out, “This land was made for
you and me.”
A Morning Song
Jackie Houk, Middle Tennessee Electric Membership Corporation
The song usually starts
You must listen to hear
you can’t see it with your eyes.
People off to work
cars going down the street.
Starts the song
with a special beat.
The trash man
as he clunks along.
Adds a different sound
to the morning song.
are all about.
Making the dogs bark
which makes the owners shout.
Kids waiting on their bus
laughing & joking around.
Adds to the morning song
a different sound.
Things are getting quiet
morning song is thru.
This was God’s way of saying
Good morning to all of you!
Dolly Kimbel, Middle Tennessee Electric Membership Corporation
The trees stand there
Looking stark and naked,
Reaching their bare arms
Toward the lukewarm sun.
The grass in considerable amounts
Has turned a mustard yellow
And it lays there dying
If it hasn’t all ready perished.
The bushes sit there
Striped of all their beauty
Seeming more dead than alive.
The moon appears
Like a round iceberg
In the sky.
The stars, if there are any,
Sparkle like crystals
Of new fallen snow.
Snapshots of Winter