Kentucky Landline

When I die, let me die with a face full of Kentucky earth, 

a belly full of booze, 

and a freshly fallen snow. 

Let goldenrod grow through my lungs 

to a cardinal‘s serenade.

May I die with the want of a thousand mountain sunrises, 

and the kiss of Appalachian dew. 

Let the Kentucky landline call me home. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

my favorite state in the union. 

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