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''
I run to the hills as they sing my name
Calling to me, whispering day after day
There is a comfortable old rockin' chair
Windblown and rockin' even now
As if warmin' up, ready for me.
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