It seems very safe to me to be surrounded by green growing things and water.

Because I could not stop for death he kindly stopped for me, or paused at least to strike a glancing blow with his sky-blue mouth as he passed.

I live in a rural part of Virginia surrounded by farms and farmers.

I live in southern Appalachia, so I'm surrounded by people who work very hard for barely a living wage. It's particularly painful that people are working the farms their parents and grandparents worked but aren't living nearly as well.

At home, growing up, we weren't really poor. We had everything we needed, we just didn't have what we wanted.

It's surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.