A Different Slant
Well here we go again...
I'm not always so angry or upset. Sometimes I actually write poetry. If you do not like poetry, now's the time to log out and go somewhere else!
Here are two songs I wrote over the past two years. No, I actually write quite a few, not just one per year. But these may have some special meaning for some folks...
MOUNTAIN MOURNING
From here in the hills of old West Virginia,
I left my parents when I was a kid.
To make my living I went up to Ohio,
And that was the hardest thing I ever did.
I spent four years in Youngstown and Akron,
Then I went up north and made Cleveland my home.
I came back every spring to see all my old folks
And always felt so sad 'cause I had to roam.
Well, Dad up and died way back in the Eighties.
Mom was heartbroken, and soon she did too.
We buried them there, on the hill by the homeplace.
And I never dreamed that I'd come back so soon.
The procession just passed out of Southern Ohio;
Down Route 10 to Harts Creek I'll take my last ride.
And now up the hollow I see the old homeplace,
And there stands my Dad with his blushing young bride.
The preacher's there waiting with them in the graveyard.
The rest of my family are all here with me.
And now I can rest here with Mama and Daddy,
Back at my home for eternity.
Now I'm home forever, and I won't leave, no, never.
I'll sleep here forever with Mama and Dad.
Now I'm home forever, just lay the grass over.
I'll sleep here forever with Mama and Dad.
(c) 11 Dec 2004
And for a little bit of a change, there's...
MOUNTAIN IN THE MORNING
Pulled off the expressway and headed
South down through the countryside.
Grass and brush was green
But still they couldn't hide,
The rocky ramps and gullies,
Filled up hollows and flattened hills.
Coal company took the money
And left us to pay the bills.
Worked inside a mountain,
Shoveled coal 'til that day came;
Got busted up and since then
I've had to use this cane.
But never had to ride a dozer.
Never had to bear that shame,
Of watching so-called miners
Pull down hills, to this state's shame.
A mountain in the morning,
A rubbish pile at end of day.
I grieve now for my children
Who will be forced to pay
For the ignorance of their parents,
Who let the company have its way.
And the Appalachian Mountains
Are the flatlands of today.
(c) 21 Aug 2006
Just a little something to break up the monotony of reams and reams of prose. I'll continue to weave a few in now and then.
I'm not always so angry or upset. Sometimes I actually write poetry. If you do not like poetry, now's the time to log out and go somewhere else!
Here are two songs I wrote over the past two years. No, I actually write quite a few, not just one per year. But these may have some special meaning for some folks...
MOUNTAIN MOURNING
From here in the hills of old West Virginia,
I left my parents when I was a kid.
To make my living I went up to Ohio,
And that was the hardest thing I ever did.
I spent four years in Youngstown and Akron,
Then I went up north and made Cleveland my home.
I came back every spring to see all my old folks
And always felt so sad 'cause I had to roam.
Well, Dad up and died way back in the Eighties.
Mom was heartbroken, and soon she did too.
We buried them there, on the hill by the homeplace.
And I never dreamed that I'd come back so soon.
The procession just passed out of Southern Ohio;
Down Route 10 to Harts Creek I'll take my last ride.
And now up the hollow I see the old homeplace,
And there stands my Dad with his blushing young bride.
The preacher's there waiting with them in the graveyard.
The rest of my family are all here with me.
And now I can rest here with Mama and Daddy,
Back at my home for eternity.
Now I'm home forever, and I won't leave, no, never.
I'll sleep here forever with Mama and Dad.
Now I'm home forever, just lay the grass over.
I'll sleep here forever with Mama and Dad.
(c) 11 Dec 2004
And for a little bit of a change, there's...
MOUNTAIN IN THE MORNING
Pulled off the expressway and headed
South down through the countryside.
Grass and brush was green
But still they couldn't hide,
The rocky ramps and gullies,
Filled up hollows and flattened hills.
Coal company took the money
And left us to pay the bills.
Worked inside a mountain,
Shoveled coal 'til that day came;
Got busted up and since then
I've had to use this cane.
But never had to ride a dozer.
Never had to bear that shame,
Of watching so-called miners
Pull down hills, to this state's shame.
A mountain in the morning,
A rubbish pile at end of day.
I grieve now for my children
Who will be forced to pay
For the ignorance of their parents,
Who let the company have its way.
And the Appalachian Mountains
Are the flatlands of today.
(c) 21 Aug 2006
Just a little something to break up the monotony of reams and reams of prose. I'll continue to weave a few in now and then.
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