Mountain Echoes
The mountains echo the days of yesteryear.
Through the generations they have stood strong
like their people.
Weeping willow hanging low
Oak tree standing tall and strong
Dogwoods with their delicate petals.
What was that shake, miners blasting again.
Dew covers the mountain like a soft damp blanket.
Children's laughter listen to what they are saying,
ollie ollie ox and free, try and catch me.
Mountains life in every corner, sitting on the
porch drinking tea with grandmother.
Kristi Ivey
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