Friday, May 19, 2006
© 2006 Rick Lee
The Blue Ridge laundry hung along the sky
Beyond the highway's disappearing end
Hums lazy longing songs of by-and-by;
The road, too busy, hurries 'round the bend ...
The heavy sky wore mountain sawteeth dull
So long ago; the nubbins that remain
Can scarce impede the clouds that boatlike scull
Along the ridge above the valley rain.
The mountains must remember in their dreams
Those ancient granite days of grand display,
When caped in snow and bumping heaven's beams
Their brooding crags looked down upon the day;
Now, crossed with track and trail of bear and coon
They see both what will come and what is past,
And sleep the endless sleep of rain and moon
Until the hills are ground to sand at last.
© 2006 Jeffrey Hull