Meadow Plays Bluegrass
Meadow was born out of a long line of fiddlers
Her bluegrass roots showed out without apology
We were tapping our feet after the first three notes
Songbirds hovered close, to get a better seat.
She’s a Williams all right, Old Grandma Williams said.
This is her Hatchet roots showing through said Aunt Hatchet.
Their feud was well-known in the Tennessee Valley.
After Williams’ first husband ran off with Aunt Hatchet.
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