Down In The 'Hills 'O Brown Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

- * DOWN IN THE 'HILLS 'O BROWN'-county that is.-

As I lay here in the darkness
And again I cannot sleep,
I'll wander through my memories
Of childhood, Oh, so deep.

I'm traipsing o're a little farm
Down in the 'Hills 'O Brown'
As I saddle up my painted horse
And ride back into town.

I'm going to meet a friend of mine,
Who has a little Bay.
We'll ride into the 'Hills 'O Brown'
To wile away the day.

The country roads were dirt back then,
Soon they would be no more;
But now we would explore them
As we ride to that country store.

We'd water down our horses
In the creek that ran nearby
And she and I would pay ten cents
For a cold bottle of Nehi.

We'd eat our peanut butter
As we sat upon the bridge
And we'd watch our resting horses
As they munched grass on the ridge.

Then we'd pack up our belongings
And ride back another way
To end up back in our little town
Right at the end of day.

We'd brush them and we'd curry,
Then we'd feed them both some hay,
And put them out to pasture
To await another day.

The memories-they were perfect
And I wouldn't put them down,
As we wiled away our childhood
Down in the 'Hills 'O Brown'

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms.Caroline
©11-29-05