I walked in the valleys of Kentucky
the wind pressing gently on my brow,
ghost orchids whispered from the shadows,
the thrush beating time on the ground.
Gently lilted songs in the
Ancient somber tone of trees,
forgotten woods,
I searched for your mystery, and delved
in caves so dark so deep.
Never will I know the world you kept
under dewy leaves so green,
ancient people fought and mined and died
only things the earth has seen.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC
I walked in the valleys of Kentucky
the wind pressing gently on my brow,
ghost orchids whispered from the shadows,
the thrush beating time on the ground.
Gently lilted songs in the
Ancient somber tone of trees,
forgotten woods,
I searched for your mystery, and delved
in caves so dark so deep.
Never will I know the world you kept
under dewy leaves so green,
ancient people fought and mined and died
only things the earth has seen.
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