As a little girl she played around the tree.  Traveling far and wide in her mind dreaming of wonders she wants to see never worrying about time spring would bring the first buds The old apple tree would soon bloom summer rain brought pies of mud yellow apples glisten by light of the moon I bought mom a ladder would bring picking some for Canning the best for eating how easy country life seemed while ring around the rosy she was singing fall comes and winter leaves blow brown in the wind flying high like the barn swallows swaying to and fro as limbs bend as time goes to womanhood she grew the old apple tree is no more never forgetting those memories she can sour with a heart so filled with glem to a time when a child's life seemed so free feeling the warmth of a sun beam playing again under the old apple tree.

      Written by Mary Ann quick

There's a little spot away back in Fentress county. A little spot someday I'm sure to go back too just to see the moonlight shinning on the lawn and listen to the nose of the Creckits and to watch, my momma's Apple tree swaying in the evening and hear the lonely calls of the whip- poor- wills just to see the sun coming over Jamestown to hear the birds singing in the trees just to stand once again up on the mountain and catch breathe of mountain air. There's many beautiful spots about Jamestown many wonderful sights about Fentress county But I'll settle for the sight of momma's old apple tree and especially when the sun goes down just to stroll once again through the foothills of Jamestown as a barefooted lad I use to do and lay under momma's old apple tree and watch the white clouds stroll across the blue sky now when we all gather away up yonder I'm sure there's going to be an angel band Then I'll ask my Lord to let me have my Heaven on that spot called momma's place in Fentress county TN          

         Written by Mary Ann quick