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MORE LITERARY PIECES

The Ancient Wisdoms
Peaceful Planet
Miracle
Carried Away
Treasured Days
Nothing Is Really Something
Fate
The Little Things
The Rain
What Life's All About
The Writer
Amazing Muses
You
Whisper Of The Wind
Deja Vu
Spinning Wheel
Arthur & Guinnevere
Hills of Appalachia



  P O E M S







layin' grandpa's fiddle on the front porch swing
s I feel my fingers dancin' on the strings
can almost hear my grandma sing
n the Hills of Appalachia


n that country road in the summer rain
could drink the air like a sweet champaigne
oney suckle vinesswam around my brain
n the Hills of Appalachia


s I close my eyes and draw that bow
can feel the mud wet between my toes
rom down by the river where we used to go
n the Hills of Appalachia


e'd make maple syrup from the backyard trees
nd steal the honey frrom the honey bees
ogether skippin' stones from across the stream
n the Hills of Appalachia


ayin' on the ground countin' fallin' stars
hasin' fireflies with mama's mason jars
hen I left my home, I left my heart
n the Hills of Appalachia


his Ol' fingerboard is worn and thin
nd the wood remembers my grandpa's chin
very note I'm playin' takes me back again
n the Hills of Appalachia


ow the songs I play have a touch of home
nd the memories linger even though I'm grown
play grandpa's fiddle and I'm not alone
n the Hills of Appalachia


layin' grandpa's fiddle on the front porch swing...




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