"Coming to Kentucky" by Hugh Boggs

Pam Marks
Poem, "Coming to Kentucky" written by Hugh Boggs about his family's arrival at Caines Creek, Kentucky.

Deep in the hills, 'neath an azure sky,
There's a place so remote, the world passed it by. For thousands of years, no mortal had trod, the green dewy valley's rich, fertile sod. Till one day long ago, twas just break of dawn,
The curtain of night had parted and gone, to make room for the sun, coming over the hill, when life began stirring, and song birds to trill.
High on the hill top, there stood a young man, his blue eyes were narrowed, the landscape to scan. It was hard to believe, "this" was not paradise, or a dream, surely soon, he would open his eyes.
Could he be back in Virginia, from whence he had come, his thoughts were conflicting, his body felt numb.
He had come a long way, this young man of sod, not seeking vast fortunes, just a homestead and God. He felt a soft breeze touch his tired brow and cheek, as he drank in the beauty, of Old Caines Creek. In his heart sprang new hope, in his eyes a fire lit, as he whispered so softly, "Sacred Wind", this is it! His glance wandered back, to the newly made road, and the old covered wagon, with it's oversized load. Of worldly possessions, his kindred and wife, all the blessings it takes, to complete a man's life.
With a lump in his throat, and a prayer-full sigh, he lifted his eyes, towards the blue, cloudless sky. He would cast his lot, 'neath this heavenly dome', and make this new valley, his much beloved home.
Bright eyes were now peering, from out of the side, of the old covered wagon, from whose long weary ride, had kept vigil so faithfully, through the long sleepless nights, were now anxiously waiting, to explore new delights. For they knew by the smile on the young man's face, their searching had ended, this was the "PLACE"!
He smiled as he nodded them, all to alight, and the picture they made was a heart warming sight. As they hustled and bustled, and flitted about, his bosom swelled proudly, he felt he could shout. There was Cessie and Azzel, John, Henry and Jim, Emily, Hannah, Hugh, Jason and Tim. Sarah, Ellen, Matilda, Clem, Orkie and Bud, and the cow they brought with them, still chewing her cud. There was Pa who had courage, faith, muscle and brawn, and Ma who was shy, as a newly born fawn. But her Irish eyes twinkled and sparked with such fire, as she glanced at her 'brood',and her tall, handsome 'sire'. All these and still more, of his beloved kin, took part in the new life, about to begin. There was hard work ahead, hungry children to feed. There were blankets and quilts, and plenty of seed. Sharp axes and hoes, and mallets galore, Kind hearts and strong hands, could a man ask for more?
Everyone was astir, busy as bees; clearing land, burning brush, and chopping down trees, that were hewn, niched then rolled, and set up in place, soon this spot in the wildwood, took on a new face, that was pleasing to God, who smiled a "well done", as they played, sang and danced, and relaxed in their fun.
Now the hillsides were covered, with sweet golden corn, where wild honey-suckle sends it's fragrance each morn. From it's lofty abode, in it's dewy recluse, where mocking birds sing, and morning doves coo; there! the clear crystal dew, trickles over the rocks, that jut from the hills, where sheep graze in flocks. And winds it's way down, to the creek far below, where the bob-o-links nest, and the wild flowers grow. Where paintings that hung, in the great halls of fame, could match this wild beauty, or portray the same, etheral colors that flame in the sky.
As dawn is approaching, and night passes by, my thoughts travel back to the sweet yesteryear, when folks were good neighbors, and kin-folks were dear. To the children who sat, by the bright fire-logs, and listed to tales, of their grand-sire "Boggs".
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Pat Saylor Thank you so much for sharing this. He was my g-g-g-g-grandfather too. I cried when I read this thanks. I was born on Caines Creek.
Dec 10, 2004 · Reply
Moriah Crawford This is wonderful! It is the first time I've seen this. He is my g-g-g-grandfather! I love this.
Apr 05, 2008 · Reply

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