Leah Yoho Poet Free verse

West Virginia

My home, the land of the rolling hills. 
Where the trees embrace in mutual respect. 
Who can truly understand the mystery of the hills without living among them? 
I have learned much from the flowing waters. 
I have spoken with the spirits of the earth. 
I have discovered it's fiery soul. 
I have sung with the whispering winds. 
They have told me the same thing.
                      "I am STRONG,"
                      "I am POWERFUL,"
                    "I AM WEST VIRGINIA!"

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Sharon Winter September 9, 2008 at 5:44 AM Congratulations Leah on your Honorable Mention in Rhea's contest! Awesome write! Love, Shar

Vince Suzadail Jr. July 24, 2008 at 9:22 AM Beautiful place, friendly people. God Bless. Vince

Brian Strand July 23, 2008 at 11:40 PM You capture the beauty so well.Nice tribute in a personal style.Like the kyrielle feel to this one.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments

Matthew Anish July 23, 2008 at 6:41 PM Nice homage to natural beauty! I just got back from Colonial Williamsburg and it was a nice change of pace. It is good to listen to the "spirits of the earth" at times. Good luck!

Robyn Blauw July 23, 2008 at 1:40 PM Hi Leah, sounds devine. John Denver sang about that place as well, must be truly beautiful, or is it the love that you have for the place that makes it more so,,, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. I enjoyed reading your poem. Hugs

Sharon Winter July 23, 2008 at 6:00 AM Wow. You sure have me wanting to go there. You are so lucky to feel this way about where you live. Could be a commercial - you should send it in! Simply awesome! Love, Shar

Michael Degenhardt July 23, 2008 at 4:51 AM What a fantastic read! The way you speak of conversing with nature brings imagery of the American Indians and the mutual respect they share with the earth. Simply lovely tone and flow in this read. Michael

Derrick Burton July 22, 2008 at 11:58 PM beautiful

James Foulk July 22, 2008 at 2:55 PM I always wanted to visit there. this was a short poem, but said a lot. nice piece of poetry.