in where they're from.
texas,
or kansas,
michigan.
they take it with them
wherever they land.
within two minutes
they're bound to tell you
where they were raised,
and where you should go
before you die.
you don't know ribs
until you
get to carolina, they say,
or you never had chowder
until you've been to maine.
you want maple syrup,
go to vermont.
up north we do things
differently with a pot roast,
down south fried chicken
is our claim to fame.
they're just lines on a map,
but it sticks with them
from the cradle
to the grave.
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