Born In Ashland Poem by Randy McClave

I was born in the city of Ashland,
Nowhere near or on the hot beaches sand,
I was born near the river and the mountains,
Not near the museums, waterfalls or fountains.

I was born in the mid fall of the year,
With the scintillate of stars and a parent’s tear,
So happy and excited my birth had been,
That I was given a brother, who is my twin.

In the summer I went to the river to swim,
Just for the fun and the excitement from a whim,
And in the winter I walked upon it’s ice,
The danger of falling in, I never thought twice.

I climbed trees and I had snowball fights,
In the park I chased squirrels and girls and flew kites,
We ate crawl-dads, collards and roshuneer corn,
That’s what we did in Ashland, where I was born.

Randy L. McClave