Hills Of Kentucky Poem by Randy McClave

The hills are alive in Kentucky
Alive, as a world could be,
With her gentle sound that echoes all around
The hills they are a part of me.
Colors are alive in Kentucky
Yellow is for the flowers and the corn,
Blue is for the grass, which in the soul will forever last
And when you feel it, you are Kentucky born.
Horses are alive and majestic in Kentucky
To run and race is the breeding from their birth,
They will run a mile, for the price of a smile
Horses are Kentucky's true worth.
Farms they thrive in Kentucky
As they stretch out mile upon mile
Where tobacco is raised, and backbone is made
We all are a Kentucky child.
Men are made in Kentucky
From the coal mines or steel mills of home
Where pride is the word, and loyalty is heard
Seldom does a Kentuckian's heart ever roam.
Women are formed in Kentucky
With a laugh and a courtesy that is well known
She is revered for her looks, and the way that she cooks
Kentucky, is Kentucky a woman's home.
Lakes are Kentucky as the hills are
And the caves are the heritage of this land
Without one you have none, but a place to shade from the sun
Kentucky is the grandest of the grand.

Randy L. McClave