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The Appalachians

I grew up in the high Appalachians Near the rim of the newest parklands, Before strangers discovered the beauty And the possibilities of running the rapids, Enterprising out-of-staters saw promise Buying up the small farms and fields, Making them summer whitewater camps. Now, real money is being made while The seasons allow the sounds of laughter, Drowning out dejected sighs of poverty In the high Appalachians where I was born.
written September 12, 2021

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Date: 9/13/2021 7:19:00 PM
Money and laughter drown out poverty. Sounds like America's success formula. I had thought that the Robin Hoods of American politics would have made such a thing illegal by now. ~ Just sayin'
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Date: 9/13/2021 2:09:00 AM
Appalachians, the very word conjures up everything that is a natural wonder...Delice
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Date: 9/13/2021 1:15:00 AM
Again only seen pictures of the Appalachians and if heaven is on earth that is it, how lucky you were to grow up in such a beautiful place. Tom
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Date: 9/12/2021 12:37:00 PM
I love this optimism "The seasons allow the sounds of laughter, Drowning out dejected sighs of poverty"
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Date: 9/12/2021 5:56:00 PM
It is a surprising by-product of the change in the small community where I was born and raised. So different from when I was growing up.