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.