Dogwood Ridge Poem by Connetta Jean

There's a man Charlie Ray
slept underneath a bridge
out on county road 18 south
on top of Dogwood Ridge.
Shelters offered him a home
but Charlie said 'no way'
'I own this land and i plan
to build me a church someday'.
Now Charlie hand carved a cross
that he wore around his neck
one day a stranger stopped by
and bought it with a check
Old Charlie took that check
and bought a rusty old chain saw
and every night that summer you
could hear the timber fall.
Charlie never asked a soul
'cept Jesus to help him
but every day a stranger would
stop by and be a friend
some were just out drivin'
south on Dogwood ridge
and saw a man sawing logs
over by the covered bridge
some were sleeping and woke up
to hear the timber fall
and felt a need to help the man
using that chain saw.
it was early Autumn when
Charlie took that saw to town
came back with two hammers
nails and marked the ground.
now some were just out driving
south on Dogwood ridge
and saw a man hammering nails
over by the covered bridge.
some were sleeping and woke up
to hear a hammer pound
but there's a church on Dogwood ridge
that's standing on Holy ground....