Kentucky
We fled to Kentucky,
Gathered there
From all over the world.
She welcomed us
With open arms,
Like taking in strays
She knew she could not keep.
She kept us safe
For four years,
High on the mountains,
Away from the storms
Until our days became numbered.
I wonder if she wept for us
With tears flowing
Through the Cumberland River,
Like I wept for her
Gazing over the mountains
For the last time.
Arrows
My arrows are the keepers
Of my memories
They hold onto each breeze
They’ve passed through
And as long as I can run
The soft feathers
Between my fingers
I trust that I will find
A Kentucky wind
Goodbye
In
The Mountains
My Heart
Will Stay
Tara Currie is a graduating senior from Sand Springs, Oklahoma. She completed the English program with an emphasis in literary studies and creative writing and competed on the archery team.
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