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Jeff Daniel Marion's "Homestead/Where All Our Words Grow Warm"

LIKE MOST NATIVE APPALACHIANS, Danny Marion did not fully understand his relationship to his home place until he moved away. In the late 1960s Marion took a teaching position in Hattiesburg, Mississippi, where he soon became deeply homesick for the mountains and trout streams of East Tennessee. He wrote letters to friends and relatives back home and slowly recovered through language the landscapes and locale that he couldn't find in Mississippi. While he was away from home, Marion wrote one of his earliest poems, "Watercolor Of An East Tennessee Farm," later collected in his first book, Out in the Country, Back Home: