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Early Morning Shadows

Early morning shadows like mists
Creep across the lower ridges
Settle down into the hollows
Like the pervasive poverty
Of the hill country.
By noon the mists have lifted
The shadows receded
But poverty remains.

written September 8, 2021

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Judy Ball Date: 9/8/2021 2:10:00 PM I remember back in the swamplands of Florida. People out there didn't have much but what they had the valued . They took care of it and us kids didn't know we were poor. As long as we had shoes on our feet and clothes on our back which Mom made mostly and we had enough to eat we were happy. We just didn't have any money and felt sorry for city kids who had to buy everything they got in a store. Good write Milton. Brought back memories. God Bless, JB Login to Reply L Milton Hankins Date: 9/8/2021 2:58:00 PM Thanks so much for your thoughts, JB. I grew up in the mountains of West Virginia, so I saw lots of poverty. We are poor, indeed, very poor, but we were happy. As Mama said, "We may be poor, but we are not trashy!" I loved that line. And we were not. We were always clean as a pin, and Mama made sure we washed behind our ears. Our home was always spotless, too. My mom was a saint. I think yours was, too. Amazing how many sainted mothers there are!