3rd summer in Jackson

Thinking about the mountains where
People learn the stars
Clouds rolled in from Nebraska
Dark chords on a big guitar



"With your measured abandon
And your farmers walk
with your worn out shoes
and your eagerness to talk
with your mothers burden
and your fathers stare
with your pretty dresses
and your wind swept hair
with your pledge of allegiance
and your ringless hand
with your young woman's terror
and your old woman's plan
with your sisters questions
and your brothers tears
with your empty womb
and the forsaken years
O you"

-Greg Brown