I am a Kentucky mountain girl far from home, perhaps far from the girl years. Still, my heart longs to return to the top of Low Gap mountain and peer off into the distance; to see the hills rolling and tumbling out before me, and the wind ruffling the trees' leaves, causing them to ripple like waves in some immense pond.
Monday, August 29, 2005
A quick poem.
Unduly Refined By H.A. Handy Copyright (c) 2005 by H.A. Handy
Purple tassels Blue fringe Creamy pale milk white skin
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