Imagine with me
A day that calls to you
"Wake up, come on, awake".
A day that sings
A love song in your ears
Sweetly, softly singin'
Come play come
Play with me
I am just today"
Imagine sun so bright
All colors just scream
Dancin' an' jumpin'
Right at your face.
Makin' your eyes
Crinkle up an' grin.
Imagine a place
Makes the heart ache
Rugged in beauty.
Stole the heart
Long ago, stolen.
Beaten down hills
Dusty ol' road.
Tobaccer crop high
Green in the sun.
Big ol' magnolia
Flowers like washtubs
Everlast growin'
Promise of life.
Don't just imagine.
Go on home.
You know where I mean, child.
Go now, just go.
copyright 5/10/05
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''
Monday, January 25, 2010
Twilight
Twilight
and the fire burns
bright.
Sparks
like newly born fireflies
soar.
Smoke
wraps around clothes
permeates.
copyright 3/12/05
and the fire burns
bright.
Sparks
like newly born fireflies
soar.
Smoke
wraps around clothes
permeates.
copyright 3/12/05
Labels:
Appalachian poetry
Mist on the Water
The mist rests uneasily
On the water.
It moves lightly
Stirred and twirled
As if by unseen hands.
Copyright 3/5/05 Stephen Hollen
On the water.
It moves lightly
Stirred and twirled
As if by unseen hands.
Copyright 3/5/05 Stephen Hollen
Labels:
Appalachian poetry,
Stephen Hollen
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