I have walked inside a magnolia tree,
discussed kudzu removal and eaten
their South Carolina-style pulled-pork barbecue,
listened to Appalachian-style fiddle and strolled
up the Green River Road
where Banastre Tarleton ordered his British Legion
into an over-confident assault on the Continental regulars--
Cowpens, 1781--the gloomy winter morning light.
So am I here yet?