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Appalachia: my home

Born in Appalachia raised in Appalachia lived in Appalachia worked in Appalachia loved in Appalachia will die in Appalachia Land no one wanted not even the Indians except for hunting and use of the trails left by animals to get from one place to another but not to here. Not many suitable passages to get through it to somewhere better during the great westward migrations. For some reasons our ancestors stopped here  to try to make a life to try to make a home to try to make a future. Mostly immigrants from all over who had nothing but family nothing but God nothing but love nothing but hope nothing but dreams. What they saw here no one else did what they did here no one else could they started life again from whatever they had from whatever God would provide and that which He wouldn't they settled in cleared the land hunted and traveled long distances for needed provisions. First timber came then the salt then the oil then the mother lode not gold nor silver but what made America, Coal. Somehow, someway property rights changed perhaps in the courts when we severed from Virginia papers and documents were lost in too many unexplained fires in courtrooms where bastard lawyers hid from the light rightful ownership was aborted and the outsiders moved in that is to say thay lived in their rich mansions far away from the coal mining communities the poverty and degradation the prostitution of families churches, and inheritance but now "legally" owned the coal that was never theirs to drive America through the industrial age through World War I  through the depression through World War II and beyond to make her the world power she maintains today the folks of Appalachia became slaves on their own lands became serfs to corporate moguls company script, company stores comany doctors, company churches company homes, company souls gave their health and their lives their future and progenies tomorrows to provide for family to love to try for hope  to dream to fight to overcome the loss of their strength the dumbing down of their heritage while the moguls profited those who rightfully owned the land and worked the land both above and below for the precious black commodity were raped and abandoned. Almost as Israel was promised this was their promised land the individual, the families the unions, even some politicians have tried to right the wrongs. That is where we stand today my brothers have given their bodies and their lives as have the women-folk  to provide for their family to provide for the future to continue and maintain the pride and vision of perpetual ancestry in Appalachia a place that will not die that will not be forgotten that refuses to lose its identity in a world that has none I will live here  forever in the mountains forever in the hollows forever in th streams forever in the mines forever in this land no one else wanted except for my ghosts except for my blood except for my soul. Nothing is left here except for God and drugs which all families deal with in their own way as tradition dictates as the past orders and of course the coal depending on demands markets, and events still masters the miners who justly provide who justly provide.  

Copyright © June 2012 Medard Louis Lefevre Jr.

Additional Notes:
Just wrote this, something I had to do. The women here are the backbone that holds the communities, churches, and families together.


This Poem was Critiqued By: Ellen K Lewis On Date: 2012-06-09 01:31:52
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Hello Medard. I have enjoyed visiting the Appalachian mountains and have thought I could fit there myself! lol This is a fine piece with lots and lots of pride and admiration. If I had never seen a mountain, I wouldnt know about hollows, and streams, or mines. You put those pic's in and I think thats what brought it home for me. ..ie I moved away from the Liberty Bell, and stepped into your homeland..(figure of speech)..God, drugs and coal...good women and fine churches...and perpetual ancestry...and of course the miners, and the whole of it all, the land. Its awesome that you have such knowledge and insight in your beloved home. Standing on solid ground is good :) !Thanks for giving me a great American pride moment! ~smiles to you~ Ellen


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