25 with Riley

Updated: May 3


GREENFIELD, INDIANA - Home of James Whitcomb Riley


I guess I don't know how to "grow up"

I don't think James Whitcomb Riley did either,

But at least he showed up,

Everyday, each season, in the winter, no heater


Riley is the poet for the Hoosier,

The poet of the 19th,

The poet of the future,

Talked about what it might be,


Sampson writes for the State,

The writer of the torch,

For those that appreciate,

See Fall Creek from the porch,


In love with the shape,

Family comes from the bottom,

Jesus saved, no cape

If I say, then I got 'em


Long way from the coast

Long way from the cotton

Long way from the boats,

From the people that robbed 'em


But we so here,

We so live,

No fear,

25.


Still writing bout home.

So I'm writing bout Riley

Quarantine, not alone.

Hoosiers' right here beside me.



The tattooed quote on my leg reads:


The most essential factor is persistence - the determination never to allow your energy or enthusiasm to be dampened by the discouragement that must inevitably come.


I wanted to show JWR his words.


These are mine. On April 27th, I turned 25.

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