Appalachian Heart
City born Northerners,
Kiss the last rays of sunlight,
With pampered lips
While those of us born and raised
In the south, Appalachian –
We dust off the melting sun
With a laugh that sheds the heat
From our pores and restores our
Hope for the star strewn silhouette,
Breaking through the endlessness
Calm and strong, worrying,
With the distance between
Morning and evening
The laughter between two,
Gasping reasons…
Northerners know only urban things,
A metropolis of themes,
Towns and scenes, where silence agrees,
It never finds its peace,
Never finds it secret, showing life…
Beyond the city life, where lights play,
Laughing beyond the memories…
There is a peace, a serenity,
Only found in the center of a dream,
Fancied by hearts and souls who see…
Reflections of the moon, the stars, the trees,
Soothing away the hindrance of needs,
Blessing the life with light that succeeds –
In awakening morning, dewlike and gentling
As the wings of music on notes of prayers
Prayed by Southerners, those born and bred,
In Appalachia, where life is slow and steady,
Where light reflects the heavens
Grace is the most precious treasure…
Listen to the woods, the oaks and the pines,
The beauty in a soul who hears…
Trembling whispers in the dancing leaves,
Tender reasons, sighing in the forest’s breath.
Copyright ©
Regina Mcintosh
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