MEMORIAL DAY 2009
I'm from a not-so-innocent town
near where the Red River flows.
It was full of burly oilfield men
now buried in monument rows.
I hale from mines, ports, and shops
producing jobs and dreams.
I’m from churches and civic clubs,
and I know free press themes.
I come from Blue Ridge shadows
north and further east.
I live in the cradle of a new nation
where history has become a feast.
I know well lands filled by timber,
and fields of waving grass.
I’ve lived by seamless deserts
where teams of mules once passed.
I hale from boxcars and highways