Stories, Old Ragged Verse, Letters to and from mountain cousins by Storyteller and Appalachian Humorist Stephen Hollen. Enjoy the humor and bittersweet memories of Eastern Kentucky and a place where the mist crawls down the mountainside ''like molasses on a cold plate''
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Sabbath Morn
The newborn day
Is damp and fresh
Doves take flight
Wings whistling whee whee
Nervous doe pauses, listens
Looks intently
Peering into the fog
In the bottoms.
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