Mountain Home
She holds me high to show me the sight
never to shake me, regardless her might.
In her valleys I swim in her tears
the waters washing away my fears.
Providing the nourishment I need,
for all there who may need to feed.
She is a mother, a protector, a giver
to climb up high when comes her river.
So many years away from her imbrace
only to join others in the "Rat Race".
Memories of our times on my walks
of finding her there for all my talks.
Knowing she'll be when I go home
waiting with her ever quiet tone.
Waiting for my return to waterfall fountains
Oh, how I truely miss the Ozark Mountainsj
R. Choate
04/24/2001
For those of us who have left our homes and can't wait to get back again. You know who you are.
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