"The fertile soil of TennesseeThis excerpt is the opening lines from a poem titled "Who We Are" by Margaret Britton Vaughn, Poet Laureate of Tennessee. The poem holds the honor of being declared the official poem of Tennessee's Bicentennial, 1796-1996, by Public Chapter 337 of the 100th General Assembly. As poet laureate, in addition to the official bicentennial poem of Tennessee, Vaughn wrote "Mr. Tennessee Music Man," the official poem for the Tennessee state quarter, released by U.S. Mint in 2002. She also penned the governor's inaugural poem, and a poem celebrating the 75th anniversary of the Air Force. She has appeared in programs on PBS, USA, TNN, TNT, and the BBC, and on many local radio and TV programs.
Grew more than corn, tobacco, and cotton,
It grew a crop of people who are
Trailblazers, child raisers, flag wavers, soul savers."
Tennessee's rich history, scenic beauty, and its down-to-earth people have always captured Vaughn's imagination, as she sometimes waxes nostalgic in The Light in the Kitchen Window about by-gone eras: "Perhaps the greatest decisions / that have been made anywhere / came from men in overalls / around the courthouse square"; these lines open the poem, "The Old Courthouse Square" which goes on to describe a scene not likely to be observed in even the smallest town today. Here's another sample, two of nine stanzas, also from The Light in the Kitchen Window:
Uncle MackSome of Vaughn's friends refer to her as a "Tennessippian." Born in Murfreesboro, Tennessee, in 1938, but raised in Gulf Port, Mississippi, during the forties and fifties, Vaughn returned to Tennessee in 1965. She spent summer vacations and holidays on her aunt and uncle's farm near Murfreesboro. She began college at Mississippi Southern College, while working for the Gulf Port Daily Herald. She later transferred to Middle Tennessee State University in Murfreesboro and completed her Bachelor of Arts degree. She worked as an account executive in the newspaper industry in Nashville from 1965-1982. She taught speech, drama, and music appreciation at the Webb School.For eighty some odd years
He rose with the rising sun
And many mornings got up at dark
For so much work was to be done.There was cotton to be chopped or picked
Fields of hay to be baled
Cows that needed to be milked
Fences needed to be railed.
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