Hillbilly Love

Young love. First love. It’s powerful stuff. The drama and passion of young love is so profound that the afflicted are compelled by forces (nearly beyond their control it seems) to forever immortalize it on , well, stone, or wood, or in the case of some hillbilly youth,

STEEL.

A steel entry gate on a logging road to be exact.

Oh yes, she really loved Cody. I remember.




And maybe Kyle too. But I don’t recollect him.


J? Well J had it all goin’ on for B.

But then, young love is fickle, hot then cold, and often times unrequited.

The frustration similarly proclaimed and permanently inscribed.






And when the boiling kettle of affection has been reduced to a slow simmer and eventually turns cool.


A poet is born.

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