At the End of the Cotton Rows

Annie is the author of four published books of poetry, Butterflies and Bumblebees, Apron Full O Apples, Frog Houses and The Sandpiper. Her writing is extremely poignant and emotional. She stresses good times and bad. Her words bring laughter and tears.
At The End Of The Cotton Rows, is different in the fact that it is not poetic, instead, her words simply paint a picture of life as she knew it, so clearly you can feel the sweat drops on your brow and feel the pull of the pick sack on your shoulder. Your eyes will dim and burn at the brightness of the sun beaming down in the middle of the afternoon while you are surrounded by cotton stalks almost as tall as the little girl and her brother as they run up the rows to catch up with their family as together they move over one cotton row at a time.
She writes a story of family closeness that tied one family together for a lifetime with memories, good and bad, that each brother and sister still draw from. The advice given by loving parents still ring true as they are passed down generation after generation.
Annie has never forgotten the main source of advice from her parents, No matter where you go, never forget where you came from. Her honest, humble beginning is the one thing she is most thankful for.

Annies down home roots are set in rural Danville Alabama
and a real tug of war occurs when the Crimson Tide Rolls and
the Dawgs bark. Thats when you get your answer to the question,
Where you from?
Annie is the mother of three sons, Scott, Todd, and Corey Kirby.
She attributes a lot of her writing and poetic insights to the miracle
of their birth. She is Nonny to Courtney, Marlee, Kaylee, Valerie,
Victoria, Brandon, Harlee, Johnny Kirby and Taylor Hart. Each
grandchild is a beautiful poem with a new verse written each
day.
Annie is a medical Secretary and enjoys life and the people she
comes in contact with on a daily basis.
If there is one gift shed like to give to the world it is the absolute
beauty she sees in an early morning sunrise and the wonderful
hues of an autumn sunset suspended between heaven and earth.