Category Archives: J.D. Graham Poetry

Coon Pie: A Recipe for an Appalachian Delight

Coon Pie: a Recipe for an Appalachian Delight In the Appalachian foothills we have recipes handed down from generation-to-generation for concocting our favorite dishes.  One of mine happens to be what I  like to call Coon Pie.  Not the kind … Continue reading

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Squirrel Dogs: Piper’s first hunt

“Piper on Tree” 30″ x 40″ acrylic on canvas (Piper’s 1st squirrel) Lone Willow Piper Original Mountain Cur Breeders Association OMCBA # J-229 Piper came for the best of breeding and was a natural from the start. His father, Twin … Continue reading

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Lazy ‘Bones

“Lazy ‘Bones” 16″ x 22″ acrylic on paper Having a litter of pups to raise every summer was just part of growing up on Lone Willow Farm. (Lucky for me and my brother!) Playing with puppies every day during the … Continue reading

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Hounds of Appalachia

Coursing on the wind like my mother’s violin. Appalachia plays her song for the old souls who follow the hounds. Long-eared and silver-tongued. Animals.  Hunters. Blood driven.  Pre-destined. Lean and swift, with torn, padded feet. Voices on the wind. Forces … Continue reading

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Ka-boom, Tally-Ho!

Ka-boom, Tally-Ho! Pine Tower was the home of Dan A beagle with a bawl. Too, Crackers, Crowe and Dewey lived behind that sandstone wall. In summertime they’d lay around and swat the flies with tails, But come first frost, and … Continue reading

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That Big Boy Sound

He made that sound that broke the still of darkness, That made boy and man shiver to hear. That sound that came again…and then again, Repeating itself, a pleasure even in its cadence. That utterance of primeval beauty that haunted … Continue reading

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