Harlan's Bounty

An poem about Eastern Kentucky.

Echoes of fiddles in Eastern Kentucky, a song played on strings,
Sunsets bleeding orange over mountain ridges, where the wild eagle sings.
Chicken fried golden, crispy crust on a bed of mashed potatoes and green beans,
A feast for the soul, nourishment carried on ancestral streams.
In a cast-iron skillet, stories simmer, laughter hangs in the air,
Grandparents gather, weaving tales by the firelight, a love beyond compare.
Harlan's coal dust paints a history, hands rough and strong,
Pride etched in faces, resilience hums a defiant song.
From the depths of the mine, shafts reaching for dreams untold,
A spirit forged in hardship, a heart worth more than gold.

LINE COUNT: 10 Lines
WRITTEN FOR: "The Writer's Cramp"  | "Winner and New Prompt, due Jan 18-2024"  
PROMPT: Use in your poem or story the following - bold or colorize for tomorrow's judge:

Eastern Kentucky
chicken
skillet
Harlan
mine