This was the last poem I read at the Forrest Fest

16.04.11 - 68) Tomorrow with my load

I take to the open road

To Memphis if I’m able

To see if they really have catfish on the table

Then what I’m gonna do, do

Is go to Chattanooga, but not for the choo choo

Then the road to the north will bring

The beauty of an Appalachian Spring

Lastly to the Big Apple

With the traffic I’ll no longer grapple

But one thing I’ll be able to holler

Lamesa’ll be a hard act to foller