Hillbilly Elergies
They brought their music to the hills,
a gritty music
that world brook no softening,
but in time the Appalachian mists
grew softer and the work less dire.
They were not one people,
they were one music,
tunes that recalled Celtic roots
that had broken the will of nations
to ever control them.
When they left those homelands
they did not abandon the high landscapes
but sought the hill country
wherever they travelled.
Now they are assailed
by their own who have forgotten
how to be free.
Music keeps them singing,
the earth is planted
with their unyielding bloodlines.
They will be the last to surrender
to those that see only a fading time,
for they dwell within their own time
and their history grows deeper
in each age of sorrow and joy,
an elegy as old and green
as distant hills everywhere.
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