Sugar Ridge
Sugar Ridge not sweet
but named from sour sarcastic pun
Filled with
adversity, heartache, and pain
Days growing up there
were full of hard work, plenty of love, and fun
Especially the days
smelling plum blossoms after a spring rain
Smells of honeysuckles,
clover, daffodils filled the air
Where the outhouse,
pigpen, and chicken coop are no more
Where children ran
hills and hollers with their feet bare
Gone the sweet aromas
that made it wonderful to be poor
Smells of burning
fields and fresh plowed ground
Burning hickory,
boiling water, killing hogs and stewing lard
Now only the odor of
cutgrass, wild onions and wild garlic abound
Mixed with the smell
of primrose and sweet shrub permeate the yard
Sugar Ridge, home
sweet home of the Hoppers
JM, Leecie, Bobby,
Diane, David, and Glenn
The home place burned
reduced to a pile of bricks, ashes, and copper
No one has lived
there since death, marriage, and life caused the end
“Welcome Home to
Sugar Ridge” a saying started by dad told to mom
For her constant plea
to leave God forsaken
No satire today for
Sugar Ridge in its grandeur and magnificence today
It is a reminder of family,
peace, and serenity regardless of where you roam
Thank you God for
giving the Hoppers Sugar Ridge and love
As we enjoy the
beauty of the good Earth, we call Sugar Ridge today
It is nothing
compared to the joy, comfort, and hope from above
Sugar Ridge is a
reminder where there is a will there is a way, Your Way
Bobby E. Hopper
April 9, 2021
“Dad’s Birthday”
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