Friday, May 27, 2011

Down in the Holler



Down in the holler
where the green grass grows
where the trout flops
the bear stops
and no one knows...
its coming or its going-
the rushing river rolls
over rocky boulder
slinking down the grassy knolls.

Down in the holler
you'll find me
basking in the spotty
sun in all my glory.
Down in the holler
where my dreams pass the time
with one toe dipped down in the stream-
a taste of the sublime.

Down in the holler
where everything is green
Come sit a spell and you will find
exactly what I mean.

Down in the holler
where wild flowers line the banks
My thoughts roll round and round my head
full of song and thanks.

Down in the holler
just let yourself all go
and find some peace and a resting place
with no one else to know.

6 comments:

  1. This reads like a song, lg. I can hear it so clearly! What a wonderful place that would be to spend time in!

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  2. :-) Thank you Talon; I'll have to give some thought to a tune! I love it down in the holler; yes I surely do! Have a terrific weekend!

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  3. That looks a little like the area I am heading to in 29 minutes. It's in the mountains though - on a river. :)

    Have a great weekend, lg. I like your poem!

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  4. I really like your poem--it sounds like me down in the holler as always. Nice stream.

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  5. Appalachian Lady, Thank you :-) It was inspired by our last car trip way down in the Appalachians in a wilderness area. It was heavenly there. :-)

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