Blue the mountains
holding close in view
sacred smoke of yesterdays
blue fog shrouded trails
beneath the rhododendron

falls of sweet blue water
replenishing the rivers
sapphire lakes reflecting
splendor of the bluest hills
above the peaceful valley

hear the sacred music
of the blue ridge mountains
magic in the songs of old
forever blue my appalachia
blue the hills I used to roam.

r ~ 7/4/14

The thunder rumbles in the distance
I cringe after every boom
The breezes pick up
And stir the tall evergreens
The light in the evening sky has faded
Black clouds line the sky
Where has the sunshine gone?
The familiar scent of rain
Perfumes the stifling summer air
Lightening flashes in the sky
My heart beat quickens
With every bolt of electricity
That brightens up the horizon
Like a display of fireworks
On the fourth of July

*~Marian~

i keep wishing
you were here
but you never
will be and that
is what hurts
that is what cuts
so very deeply
when will you
come back, love?
oh, that's right
you never will

Young man
Grab thy *****
Grab thy pick
And follow me

In this lush meadow
Green as green
Amongst the cherry
Blossom hills

Strike thy pick
Unto the ground
Take thy *****
And dig deep

Here then
Lies thy future
Look upon it
And weep

Now leave
Never to return
Until your
Appointed hour

And never forget
Life must end
And never forget
To live