Alvin Garrett, Poet

Rabbit Hash
A Picturesque Village on the Ohio Rover Opposite Rising Sun, Ind.

Kentucky hills present to you
A lovelier scene nowhere to view;
To ever want here nature lends
And here profusely, too, she blends
Her color schemes of foliage
That greets the eye with all the rage
Of that with which does nature splash
The living green of Rabbit Hash.

The hollows and the slopes are green
While here and there some fields are seen
Of corn, tobacco, oats, and rye,
Which tourists seldom fail to spy;
And half-concealed the trees among
The several houses are strewn along
A road o’er which no car can smash
Ten miles an hour through Rabbit Hash.

Two stores this village now includes
That cater to the patrons’ moods;
Here, Saturdays, the farmers’ meet
Despite the sultry summer heat,
And talk of weather, field or farm
Or that some rain would do no harm
Or that someone one who sold for cash
Is shipping grain from Rabbit Hash.

The pawpaws here are ripe and sweet
A  fruit that’s fit for kings to eat
The stealthy fox in ambush  repose
And stock  the cows the gaze the slopes.
Here harvests seldom skimp the bin
If men their work in time begin.
Anon, the vivid lightnings flash
The sun still smiles on Rabbit Hash.

Alvin Garrett

Cincinnati Times-Star, September 3, 1926