“Glory to Holly Bluff”

Glory to Holly Bluff,
the wide opening of the flat lands
sharecroppers and farmers
harvested in the summer
picked in the fall
Glory to the corn grown so high
low cotton
to the dirt road and wide land.

Glory to granny ma,
growing old
saving food in the kitchen
cleaning house
washing clothes
taking care of others
going to church every Sunday
preparing Sunday dinner
sitting out in the cool sun
spending time with siblings.

Glory to memories
that keeps the mind wondering
smiles turned upside down,
frowns of worriedness
Glory to people
describing of others
judging deliberately

Glory to sizzlin’ heat
to cold glasses of ice water
wet towels on the forehead
laid to soothe and cool
Glory to blackness
burned skin
old folks in rocking chairs, under AC

Give glory to the misty town,
the hot boiling roads
dead flower, brown grass
dirt road riders
the bored feeling of being there
old people being lazy
when you say it out loud

Holly Bluff

By: Carla Edwards