Old dogs are always tired
Pups, they're mostly happy
Farm dogs are ever hungry
As if they're seldom fed.
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''
Friday, May 05, 2006
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Mountain's Heart
Heart of the mountain
Soul of the hills
Ripped from the deepest places
Sacred, precious... valuable.
The Company doesn't care
About the heart or soul.
Heart of the Mountain
Only the black coal
Bought and sold.
Hauled away in truckloads
Hauled away with no care
Hauling precious souls
Draggin' the dead behind
Long trains to the north.
Heart of the mountains
Hauled away in carloads
Draggin' the dead behind
Burned in the smelters
Furnaces, engines, converters
To give light, steel, transportation
To those who mock
The mountains.
Weep, Weep, heart of the Mountains.
Soul of the hills
Ripped from the deepest places
Sacred, precious... valuable.
The Company doesn't care
About the heart or soul.
Heart of the Mountain
Only the black coal
Bought and sold.
Hauled away in truckloads
Hauled away with no care
Hauling precious souls
Draggin' the dead behind
Long trains to the north.
Heart of the mountains
Hauled away in carloads
Draggin' the dead behind
Burned in the smelters
Furnaces, engines, converters
To give light, steel, transportation
To those who mock
The mountains.
Weep, Weep, heart of the Mountains.
Labels:
Appalachian poetry,
Stephen Hollen
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Sunday Dinner
Oilcloth covered table
Red and white checked once.
Now worn pink from
A thousand meals,
Hundreds of plates passed
Scores of fried chicken dinners
With a patchwork of preachers.
Red and white checked once.
Now worn pink from
A thousand meals,
Hundreds of plates passed
Scores of fried chicken dinners
With a patchwork of preachers.
Labels:
Appalachia,
Stephen Hollen
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