Where am I in Stokes County? At the meeting of iron and pine Where sixty-six hums low, A barn of bolts and bucketed dreams Catches fire before the sun lets go. No mountain moves, yet one stands clear, Reflected in glass and steel. Paint cans glow like buried gold, Time slows, shadows kneel. What place turns nails to amber light, At day’s last honest hue— Where tools hold dusk in open hands And the sky checks out in blue? | Songs about Stokes

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