Hungry Hollar

Hungry Hollar

A Poem by Fran Marie

Zejel Form



Bless the folks in Hungry Hollar
Stinkin' po nary' a dollar
Sometime's, thar's moonshine to swaller

Kentucky hills whar they'd livin'
Ain't much to share, still they's givin'
Tho~mostly sad, they be grinnin'
Jes hicks from stick's, without bother


Often times considered lazy
Labeled as Ig'nernt' and hazy
Some folks even call them crazy
Common blue jobs, no white collar


 Jes' Rural folks with country wit
Some Urban folks don't rightly git
To which neither kind will admit
No one the wiser nor smarter.


© 2009 Fran Marie

Author's Note

  Fran Marie
The first stanza, known as the mudanza, has three lines, rhyming aaa.
All the other stanzas - as many of them as you like - have 4
lines, rhyming bbba, the a rhyme harking back to the first stanza.
The overall rhyming scheme for the poem is aaa/bbba/ccca/ddda

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love it,good write

Posted 9 Years Ago

Love it Fran, made me think of nights in Tennessee, Wonderful write.

Posted 9 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yeehaw my friend... when I visited West Virginia I was in a couple Hollers, a witty and fun description of them and so very true.

Posted 9 Years Ago

2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I love this piece, one country hick to another.

Posted 9 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Added on January 19, 2009
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  Fran Marie
Fran Marie

Paris, KY

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