Age 8 and younger
My time is getting shorter
Beckett Smith, Sequachee Valley EC
When I’m older I’ll get a house,
Soon I’ll get my very own,
Goodbye I’ll say for I’ve grown.
Here as a kid I won’t be,
I’ll have my own family.
I want to cherish the time while I’m young,
Day by day that time will come.
Let’s not think about all the other things,
Just do what you can in your young age.
Still I will be head of household,
But that’s when I’m a little more old.
In the name of Jesus, the Lord blesses me that,
And that’s why we pray for another day.
Kathryn Wade, Middle Tennessee EMC
Rain falls down
from the clouds
and pitter patters
against my windowpane.
All day long I hear
the soft pat pat.
the rain falling down.
The rain is wet against
my skin and wet against
the grass like morning dew.
Falling down like rain
early in the morning.
Layla Green, Middle Tennessee Electric Membership Corporation
Mockingbird sitting in a tree. Are you tweeting at me?
Mockingbird on the ground. I’m on a trampoline, and I hit it with a bound. Mockingbird, mockingbird. Are you
tweeting at me?
Luke Barnard, Gibson EMC
With a sudden pounce and hurried pace
The busy Spring goes by.
Sanguine Summer in his place
Is never half as spry.
The mellowed Fall stalks slower still
At measured walk behind him.
And where is Winter’s steady chill?
In the churchyard you will find him.
Wars for Wants
Nisha Javagal, Middle Tennessee Electric Membership Corporation
of Hitler’s rule.
They prayed and prayed.
The Tabil people
can’t stop their men.
its accent too
into their rule.
wanted no work,
and got Africa
without a chirp.
wants freedom and peace,
but the other half
wants them to leave.
lerk the shadows
saying bad words.
Nature’s Neon Light Show
Trevor Bailey, Sequachee Valley EC
As the setting sun grazes
at the mountain top then
steadily to the valley below
I sense pulsations of anticipation
of natures summertime light show.
Lightning bugs or fireflies
refer to them as you might
a simple looking insect that
entertains with awe
With a bedazzling show of light.
Dusk has now entered into
a darker shade of night
there, a quick flicker
of a signal rising higher
in flight, but never out of sight.
Bright yellow and neon
Beautiful Tennessee, what
communication could this be?
Majestic glow of tiny neon lights
Displaying a wonderous symphony.
Just a Dreamer
Hamsa Javagal, Middle Tennessee EMC
Many moons have past
Yet I am still ignored.
Ignored for my clairvoyance
And the truth that’s unexplored.
My words, overlooked
And easily dismissed.
I am called a dreamer
They say ignorance is bliss.
Is it really though?
Is ignorance really bliss?
Am I truly a dreamer?
Should my words be dismissed?
I am a savant, but not a dreamer.
This solemn eye has seen all the cheaters.
Believe me, when I say the Ides of March is near.
Otherwise, don’t be afraid to ask Caesar.
Anna Jones, Middle Tennessee Electric Membership Corporation
Walking into the stadium
hearing the roar of the crowd
as they yell for their team
you can tell they are proud
Smell the scent of food in the air
immediately improving your mood
See many colors on their shakers
as they move back and forth
and know it is good we have our Tennessee sports
Feel the excitement and be drawn in as we cheer
and scream for our team until the game ends
My mom is the best so great, I can not explain the rest.
She will give you all and want nothing in return, with a heart so full and true, makes me thankful to have a mother
To Not Gravitate
Makinzi Robinson, Meriwether Lewis EC
When you’re stuck between the open and the closed,
The bright and the dim,
The lost and the found,
You are at a place where the gravity has
died, so everything is up in the air.
So, you’re now also stuck between the
floor and the ceiling,
The ground and the sky,
The up and the down,
Searching and hunting, for that of a new
founded magnetic pull, to set you on
However, on and on floating about,
knowing that stability will never come.
As you go on drifting through the dead space.
Serenade of the Northern Mockingbird
Rebecca Case, Pickwick Electric Cooperative
In the silent corners of evening
where darkness veils arcadian trees
gray-clad and gracile
saunters out and humbly
offers up a melody
to any curious ear
stopping to hear
the unending story
of life, of love, of loss
and contemplate the complexities
of what it means to be alive
As I Dance the Tennessee Waltz
Anna Oliver, Gibson EMC
When I think “home” I picture Tennessee
the flat land that made me grow
the chant of “Good Ole’ Rocky Top” that I well know
As I hear the Tennessee Waltz
To images of home I cling
Along with the sweet sounds of BB King
I hear Minnie Pearl belting “howdyyyy”
My heart is suddenly filled with glee.
I hear the growl of Elvis,
immediately feeling helpless.
the Cumberland River flowing,
the sounds of blues music approaching.
Dolly’s lyrics come to me
“And I will always love you” I sing
As I begin to dance
The Tennessee Waltz.
The Path Well-Trodden
Rae Ellyn Kelley, Middle Tennessee EMC
The path well-trodden
All eyes were downcast
Hunted, haunted past
Fears well hidden
What? Good riddance?
The path well-worn
Long trails approved …
Or were they now?
Sobs fairly burst
Memories,… the worst
Why were these cursed,…
Could fate be reversed?
Would not we have durst?
Tears come unbidden.
Is all forgiven?
Small Town Journey
Julia Rotgers, Meriwether Lewis Electric Cooperative
The world passed by our porch swing, as I learned what life really meant,
Together in a house full of love, hearts were broken then mended, not bent.
I got older and life got faster, the pull of the big town was strong,
Living the dream of “more” and “music”… the way back home felt long.
But as I grew, deep in my soul, there’s one thing I always knew,
No matter how far, no matter how long, no matter the tears that were spent,
I could always come back to that porch swing, where my heart repairs its dents.
A Tennessee Spring
Mandy Cross, Duck River Electric Cooperative
The morning sun slowly crests over the top of the trees,
Shadows fade as the whiskey aroma is carried in the breeze.
Tiny buds begin to decorate the barren branches silhouette,
The air is filled with the songbird’s duet.
Sunlight ribbons through the tree line,
Dew on the grass sparkles like diamonds shine.
Foxes put on a show as they play and bounce one more round,
Rabbits cautiously surface from their homes underground.
Promise of life and beauty begin to bloom after the winter’s dance,
A pretty backdrop as the deer play and prance.
A Tennessee spring morning brings peace to the heart within,
Not a bad way to have the morning begin.
Age 65 and older
Emma Wilson, Cumberland EMC
“Please God, don’t let me be pregnant!”
The baby girl you couldn’t afford
The 10 lb. last and 8th child.
The Unanswered Prayer
I was there.
Eating out, attending park events,
grocery shopping, going to church,
political rallies, watching T.V.
Exercising, Christmas with family,
visiting Dad’s grave, walk in the mall,
telephone calls, spending the night,
having fun, doctor’s appointments.
I was there.
Assistance with care, prayerful moments,
regrets, missing you.
Return from California, Last Good-byes,
A life well lived
Now in Heaven
See you again.
I’ll be there.
God knows what he’s doing.
Tennessee Moonshine Man
Frank Smith III, Holston EC
He came out of nowhere
Like a ghost on the plain
no one seemed to know him
not even his name
They called him two fingers
to match his right hand
his fame spread like wild fire
This moonshine hauling man.
His legend seemed to grow
on the tongues of every man
they awaited his arrival
then begged him to come again
Two fingers disappeared
as quickly as he came
leaving more than just a legend
Across the southeast plain
For those who just might wonder
about this ghost of a man
wonder no longer
Two fingers will ride again.
Nightfall at Shiloh
Millie Ungren, Pickwick EC
The old bird soared high
above lightning blasted trees
a damaged wing caused him to tilt
sun scoured cattle bones
lay bleached below him.
Bald eagles rested
on outcrops of ancient rock
along northern rivers
A thousand feet higher
the solitary hawk floats
on thermal columns of air
his mate seeks prey
diverted by movement below
shook leaves rustled
shadows creep upward
steely skies promise rain
swallows gather under wooden bridges
restless doves coo in
wind worn cedars
The river’s gentle waves
are peaceful whispers
stars peered out
Nightfall at Shiloh.