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''
The steady beat of hammer on nail
Hollow sound of well cured planks
Zithery sawing of timbers
A promise of hearth and home
A dream of warmth and protection
A roof to shelter
A floor to cover with braided rugs
And laughing youngin's.
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