- I Have a Memory of Blossoms
I stand on the deck of a shipin a bottle, and rememberhow rainfall ran creeks high.
I have a memory of blossomssurrounded by white-rock cliffs,and rolling hills of green.
Autumn leaves ceased flutteringwhen the cold wind stopped blowing,and hard-boned truth came running.
October darkness claims the day.The world has stopped the agesin a blue watered lake.
I have a memory of blossoms.I wait on deck for miracles. [End Page 11]
Sidney Saylor Farr (1932–2011) was editor of Appalachian Heritage from 1985 until 1999. From 2002 until this year, she provided a "recipes and recollections" piece for each issue. The author of eight books, four from university presses, she was a native of the coal camps of Bell County, Kentucky, and lived in Berea for half a century.