the morning is infused with possibilities,
before the humid heat of the South weighs
I long for the mountain streams of Appalachia,
and standing under a water fall on a hot day.
I live in the city, but I carry the mountains with me
in my heart.
The mountains are home of my heart, where I can always return to
over and over.
A home of my heart to welcome a new day,
time and time again.
Nothin' hurts like heartache
a longin' that you just can't break
Woman, you did me wrong
I am gonna mend my ways
I ain't been home in so long,
never to dance with your hips swayin'
Let me go home where I belong
back to the mountains of Appalachia,
where cicadias sing and
women are sweet like moonshine
Sky, mountain and mist rise
with morning breath
It’s crisp until coffee goes in
but no bother for that
instead, searching for sun, kept out of sight
figuring which way is east
Which way is yonder?
still, more you might ponder
As you sink into the lap of Tioga valleys
cradled by ash and oaks
fields of daisy mixed with rye and wheat
spread at your feet
like wedding dress of Mother Nature herself
She says softly:
“Pssst, hey you
Don’t put on those shoes
tiptoe way across my seedy crinolines
lie upon me
Sink in insubstantiality with me
as I draw
rays and beams, beyond
some twenty rolling hills
In our for all future time horizon
you may still be dreaming
indulge yourself in my verdant fantasies
suck up this morning with me
This is Appalachian reverie
hear me like little turkey gobbling
dance with doe and fawn
round and round
Why, even the silos are singing
“Pour me a cup” ”
Approached the hillside
Stripped all life
Layered within them
The hemlock trees
Cried out in vain
Illumined the horror
From Table Rock
We witnessed all
Flew in the forest
With savage crawl
homage to Wallace Stevens
I - My Focus pistoned up the rise
and all at once, the Rockies -
silhouettes against the western skies.
II - On the road to Boulder
a pleated ridge crawls north
like a blue whale bound for the open sea.
III - Appalachia's intoxicating verdure
never fails to induce in us
a certain mellowing of the spirit.
IV - You 'conquered' my North Face, did you?
Why, I should skewer your arrogant ass
like a holiday lamb culled for the sacrifice.
V - Lewis and Clark looked west
surveying the Bitterroots' frigid expanse.
Farewell Northwest Passage!
VI - Pueblos stranded on Enchanted Mesa -
their rock stairs crumbled to the valley floor.
Should they dive to their death or starve?
VII –Touristas at Big Bend Park
wonder at its pastel window -
its romantic haze a toxic gift
from stacks across the Rio Grande.
VIII – The once mighty Ozarks humbled by age,
dwarfed by the youthful Rockies.
Listen up, youngsters, your time will come!
IX – We de-bussed to seize the dolomites
with our hyper-kinetic shutters.
Pausing for a draught of Italian air,
I felt the whack of an Alpine snowball.
X - Before Oregon's crater had its lake,
the mountain scorched the village below.
Today its azure waters preach only serenity.
XI – Looking down from Shissler peak
to the golden meadow below
where the elk herd calmly grazes.
XII – Do mists veil the Blue Ridge Mountains
or are there really no mountains at all -
only clouds decked out in mountain attire?
XIII – They say that peaks more steep than Everest
soar up from the ocean floor.
Who will scale their sunken heights?
May 28, 2010 – Boulder Colorado
i want to roam those gentle mountains
free from the clamors of city life
nothin' but the sound of cicadas
and the feelin' of a summer breeze
i have the summer time login' for yester years
childhood memories grow sweeter each year
the summer heat is oppressive
it's so hot and humid in the south
you become drenched with sweat
just standing still
the running streams of mountain water
rushing through rocks and then crashing down on ya
the chill of the waterfall freezes the intensity of explosion
on your skin as the water beats down on ya
there's nothing like it in the world to standing underneath a waterfall
I hug the wall of stone and feel the cold slimy surface
and my hands run through the moss growing on the side
what an amazing reprieve on a hot summer's day
God bless the mountains of North Carolina
God bless Appalachia
God bless this place called
home of my heart
where living waters flow