I placed a jar in Tennessee,
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.
The wilderness rose up to it,
And sprawled around, no longer wild.
The jar was round upon the ground
And tall and of a port in air.
It took dominion every where.
The jar was gray and bare.
It did not give of bird or bush,
Like nothing else in Tennessee.
Unlike the bird and bush, the jar, or man’s industrialization, was not natural, and as such, was like nothing else in Tennessee, which at this time was still a very wilderness-filled state.
Anecdote of the Jar