Best Appalachian Poems

I have a passion to hold a lamp aloft,
to capture one acre of starshine
before the sun writes a new dawn.

Rusting Chevys bloom in the half-light.
Nightjars...

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Appalachian Sister 

Wherever I roam, 
You go too.
A piece of home,
Follows.

A smile, a song,
The sound of an owl.
Those Appalachian mountains,
Live inside of me.

Your laughter,
The white...

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We welcome Spring with blooms
From bright red and yellow tulips
It feels like the season of flumes
With the scent of fresh hyssops

Summer skies roll on around
With...

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Deserted cabins
Trees gnarled by wailing winds
The sound of a bear...

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In these mountains, where I’m from, peace amazes,
With nostalgic beauty, its gentle praises.
Silence whispers to souls, believers know love,
Breathless inklings linger, a calm from above.
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Somewhere in the Appalachian Hills quilted with love
there are cottages and curtains clothes on sills, quilted with love.

Up high in deep where electric wires don't...

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Sawing logs, one after another
Into two feet lengths
Just for the specific purpose
Of standing them up on the ground
Awaiting the iron axe
That will create a comforting
Roaring...

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Emerald pines and jade laurels
Crisp, cool air misting beyond the range
Of peaks that ascend to meet
The clear, indigo heavens complete
With bleached snowy puffs of cotton
Drifting...

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Mornings, light and smiling
Coffee brewing, black
Meat frying in a cast iron skillet
Grease, flour and milk, stirred together
Gravy poured over steaming biscuits
Granny’s breakfast – typically
Grown to...

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Bewilder was my middle name as I felt lost and torn
experiencing fallacious feelings before the hike that nothing would go wrong
going on the Appalachian Trail...

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Every morning at close to four
She made the coffee, percolated
Poured it into cups with saucers
And they each would have a cup
Pouring the potent black liquid
Into...

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Resting In These Tennessee Hills

Lazy mornings in these Tennessee hills
Horned owl in tree behind house hoots all night
Sometimes annoys but often gifts a thrill
As country-fired...

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Smile in your sleep 
	

A midnight temptation is in the midst of the stars.
Brightness feeds and eventually consumes the eclipse.
Individuals described as both boy, and...

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Atop the Blue Ridge,
Along the Appalachian,
One Hundred miles wild....

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This Land Was Your Land (Cherokee Version of Woody Guthrie's This Land is Your Land)

This land was your land and now it's my land.
From the...

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