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''
Thursday, October 22, 2009
I watched as a tiny sparrow
Flew to the door of a workshop
Landed on the open door
Looked intently into the dark
Warm and musty room.
I wonder what he thought
What he was looking for
Why did he sit calmly
What was he pondering?
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