Hyden, what a quirky town you are,
Not too close, but not too far.
A coal town without any rails,
Isolated, but for your mountain trails.
Some may question why you are even here,
But not the natives who hold you dear.
A Courthouse Corner complete with benches,
Draws men’s gossip worse than old wenches,
A machine on Main sits ready to vend,
Worms and minnows, live bait to no end.
A City Park to let children roam,
Each one happy in this Appalachian home.
The three traffic lights often halt traffic,
But usually wild elk in the street wreak more havoc.
My peculiar hometown you will always be,
No matter where I roam,
Regardless of how eccentric I am,
I am happy Hyden is my home.
Keith Stewart’s remarkable adventures usually occur near his hometown of Hyden in the hills of southeastern Kentucky, although he can be found aimlessly wandering the streets of nearby Lexington at any given moment. Before he shed his corporate casing, he worked as a certified public accountant for a multi-national company. He now enjoys less stressful work with much less pay, and blogs and writes and stuff. Oh, and he is as happy as a clam.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Ode To Hyden
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Hyden has produced at least a couple of us quirky folk, Keith. :~) Well done blog.ReplyDelete
I had a dog named Dudley back when I lived in Richmond. Big Fawn Great Dane. Miss that goofy dog.
Thanks for sharin'
You say it best Keith!ReplyDelete