When silos by the railway train
Become the main feature
On the landscape horizon
You know you are
In redneck country.
When you are served
A Nescafé for a long black
You know you are
In redneck country.
When the heater in your room
Consist of an electric blanket
You know you're
In redneck country.
When the daily newspaper
Is the Sun herald
You know you're in
Redneck country.
When you have a plastic doily
On the bedside table
You know you're
In redneck country.
When the water is not drinkable
You know you're in redneck country.
When the road signs
Are the most interesting touristic attraction
You know you're in redneck country.
When the cafes disappear
In favour of diners
You know you're in redneck country.
When the events at the information booth
Are dated three years ago if not ten,
And are told you still can use them
You know you're deep in redneck country.
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
From my blog:
echoingsteps.blogspot.com.au
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