Age 8 and younger
Tennessee State Animals
Calvin Ward, Gibson EMC
Raccoons have sharp claws for climbing,
They sneak up to the water for fish.
Bass are big and small,
Tasty in every way.
The mockingbird copies sounds
Just like a parrot.
Their babies eat worms
That their parents give them.
These are our State Animals!
Sosie Owen, Middle Tennessee EMC
Every morning I look up and see
all the beautiful trees.
Bees flying all around
as busy as can be!
As I run
I see the bright sun.
As I tiptoe through the grass
“Oh I wish this day could last!”
When I ride my bike I like to think
Of how the Lord made this day so good.
“Could you please make it last a little longer Lord?”
I lay down on my bed
about to go to sleeo
And tell myself this memory I’ll keep.
Thank you Lord.
Safe at Home
Priscilla Lofton, Middle Tennessee EMC
Though we are confined at home,
trapped in our houses, unable to roam,
but together we’ll soar,
like birds of a feather,
knowing we’ll get through it together.
We look about for things to do.
We’re the Volunteer State,
we’ll make it through.
But if one sees a neighbor in need,
help them quickly! Please, take heed!
I long for when we meet face to face!
We hug, laugh, cry as we finish the race!
But now at home, there are needs unmet.
So we must remember that,
“As birds of a feather, we flock together.”
Together, we’ll make it through.
Audrey Rodriquez, Middle Tennessee Electric Membership Corporation
Wake up to the rooster’s crow
A breakfast of eggs and bacon
Feel the blow
Of the wind when you step outside
And realize you’re shakin’
Lots of work on the farm
Gettin’ rid of rodents that harm
Filling the feeding trough
And swapping away the moths
When above flies a fighter jet
Saying the blessings
Mashed potatoes, fried chicken, and cherry pie
What’s a salad without dressing?
In the sky
The moon shines bright
In the light
The creek that was once dry
Glimmers and flows
While the fawns and does
Prance around the field
A Perfect 10-essee
Crant Young, Middle Tennessee EMC
Tennessee, the place that I want to be.
Tennessee, the place we love, both you and me.
Tennessee, the place I love from the bottom of my heart.
Tennessee, the place that is all art.
Tennessee, the place that is so warm.
Tennessee, the place, that I want my life to perform.
Tennessee, the place I love the most.
Tennessee, the place that is the best state from coast to coast.
Jesse Cai, Middle Tennessee EMC
It was 3 a.m. then
Then, we didn’t sleep.
We sat under the stars giggling,
watching the fireflies dance
Sharing schoolgirl secrets
And wondering what it’s like to grow up
Excited about the possibility in tomorrow
It is 3 a.m. now
Now, I can’t sleep.
Another spring has faded into summer
April showers to May flowers
It seems what was just yesterday
Is but a faraway memory today
It is 3 a.m. now
Now, I can’t sleep.
While the crickets chirp and the birds
sing their quiet lullaby
Tomorrows become todays
And todays become yesterdays
It is 3:01 a.m. now.
Luke Barnard, Gibson Electric Membership Corporation
In dark days, fingers feel for matches.
Once we fumble fruitless for that unflickering
Light, we find the failing flame
Like a dying patriot bickering
With the night to his last bold breath
A comfort. We catch the snatches
Of his song in the sizzle of the same
Sung by the burnt end, blazing to the death.
In dark days, fingers feel for matches.
Abby Ramirez, Duck River EMC
I’m truly in your heart things could never go wrong,
Without getting anything in return, never forget the love and courage that you show others,
A powerful faith in the Lord brings joy and comfort to your life,
Hating the days when negativity takes over by the ones who bring you down, Now I’m living inside your belief and
confidence that is being built
because of the false words spoken by the unwise,
I play an important role in a person’s life
Remember all the happy moments that brought true laughter
Hope, honesty, compassion.
Forged in Old Tenny
David Smith, Fayetteville Public Utilities
I was born on the mountain,
raised on the hill.
I carry scars from the rocks that took my
blood and gave me memories.
the smell of Dewey mournings.
I’ve woken, I’ve worked, and I’ve bled
on The mountains that rise from the
back of Old Tenny.
I’ve seen the living bury the dead
on the mountains that rise
from the back of old Tenny.
And of tragedies, I’ve seen too many, But
I’ll never see enough of the miracles
that sprout from the back of old Tenny.
Makinzi Robinson, Meriwether Lewis Electric Cooperative
Trapped; like the words on this page.
Having nowhere to go or a place to stay.
What is happening in this limbo stage?
You`re stumbling with no way up.
You`re stuck in the muck and the mire, being controlled by unwanted desires.
Losing the everlasting battle.
You strive to be more, hoping you can soar.
Flying by the line, believing you`ll be fine.
But you can`t, because you won`t.
You`re weak, and you know it.
So, you paste on a show.
Though it pushes you further down into the pit.
Not knowing when you`ll get that final blow.
Checking the Mail
Lane Mochow, Appalachian Electric Cooperative
This love is the kind that tears
the coat off of the cat. Leaves it bare,
raw. Like the May cabbage that sits on
the concrete sidewalk, we grow together.
We both amble from the van
to the mailbox, interlock our fingers
so we can check it together.
The excitement of what could be
on the inside tickles my spinal cord
Of course, when we creak
the mailbox open,
It is empty.
It usually is.
It’s not about the emptiness,
It’s about doing the little things
as one body,
as one soul.
Because of Thee, is Tennessee
Randy East, Tri-County EMC
Tenasi, Oh Tenasi, thine echoed past
speaks to me
Tennessee, My Tennessee, derived and
came to be
Ancestral roots firmly planted as mighty
oaks of the forest deep
Astute voices of ancient tongues
whisper, ‘forever keep’
Generational teachings of Mother Earth,
long ago, and reverence of the land
To honor friend and respect a foe,
of traditional ways to understand
Those who harmoniously balanced
their walk each day
Between forces of man and nature,
to confidently say
Tallied pearls of wisdom borne and
made our Tennessee so great
To stand forever proud, a leader for all,
our home, our state.
A Simple Road
Terry Weaver, Duck River Electric Membership Corporation
It seems it has been here forever…
A simple road,
How many have travelled here?
Some often, others only once.
Maybe business, maybe pleasure,
Maybe only a wrong turn.
Each carrying something,
If not by hand, perhaps in heart.
Some in joyful anticipation,
Some laden with dread or weariness.
Some destinations reached,
Some journeys continue.
The thoroughfare yet remains.
We all walk our own road,
Making our journey.
Each step has purpose
And holds promise.
Make sure thy steps.
Relish the milestones.
Remember from whence ye came.
It is your road…
Travel it well.
Cindy Jackson, Cumberland EMC
Found a faded picture
I hold inside my hand
From Nashville, Tennessee
Vivid memories fill my mind
Of that exciting day
Roller Coaster Rides
To winning a prize
Perfect in every way
Soon the sun disappeared
All throughout the park
Storm clouds came rolling in
The sky went very dark
Take shelter as quick as a wink
Glasses began to fog
Took my chances
Shoved my way
Did I step over a log
With hair all drenched
I smelled a stench
Coming from my shoe
Serves me right
To pick this site
Of course, the petting zoo
Age 65 and older
Ron Butterfield, Southwest Tennessee EMC
The steady rhythmed drops of rain
Upon the roof above my head
Calms the cadence of my heart
In stillness of those wordless thoughts
And the wonder of contemplation
Reminiscences of the past emerge
As though they happened yesterday.
Though from my distant youth
These treasured memories in my mind
Define the path my feet have trod
The morrow’s journey will arrive
Soon on its own and stretch ahead
Then trail behind as done before.
The moon revealed by parting clouds
Summons silence to soothe the night.
A quietness replaced the rain
And pacified my sleep filled eyes.
The Scent of Water
Millie Ungren, Pickwick Electric Cooperative
Like soul and spirit
Willowing Creek divides asunder
parting over rugged paths
of scattered stones
loud and wild
as the voices of guns
Leaping from stone to stone
the opposite shore calls me
creekside sycamores ascend veritcal
reflected in shallow pools
their floating leaves
splash along like golden coins
Fuzzy seed from cottonwoods
dart and play as water spiders
seeking a spot to repopulate
a future dorest
bankside willows drag their
for resting minnows
Oxygen is plentiful
great oaks as old as Shiloh
live water heals heartaches
Jenny Strickland, Tennessee Valley EC
If the night were not upon me
if a pathway could be found
darkness is heavy
the floor of the forest is not kind to barefeet
the blood stains are there
could the carpet not be sand
sand is a comforter
the Tennessee pines so tall
hiding the light of the stars
the silence is screaming
sounds from the night birds lonely