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''
Slow like
Real slow
Only the rustle
Of a few whispery leaves
That tumbled
From treetops
Back in the fall.
They whisper
And warn;
Snake, snake
Hear it slither
Hear it sneak.
Stops, warned
Waits
Crawls on.