Bfrom Here To Elijay Poem by Barry A. Lanier

At any given point in time or space,
Dreams pull me to her memory and grace.
She lack's the world's desperation and fear,
Vast beauty to behold and cherish all the year.
Where one can cling and hold to God's grace,
Closing ones eyes, holding Dear Elijay.
So small and very humble,
At the footsteps of Appalachia's trail.
Untouched by worldly worries,
All all of life's travail.
Peace and tranquility, with no charge or fee,
Arms always wide open, she yields to me.
No parades or large crowds greet me,
No celebrities in the town square.
Only the aura of nature's celebration,
And a deep breath of mountain air.