I took this photo at the Janice Holt Giles arts and crafts festival in October 2007. 

 When I was a child

her world was a far away place,

a magical place, Piney Ridge,

where apple blossoms fell as pink rain

on people’s heads and everyone spoke

with rich voices, rising and falling like hills,

flowing like rivers.  I didn’t know

her world was my own back yard

and her characters, the men and women

who built my town.  I have always lived

on the real Piney Ridge.