The Appalachian Poem by Steve Howard
The Appalachian
Child of the mountains,
child of the hills,
child of the mist,
the rocks and the rills.
Take me back home,
in the highlands to be,
to bide in the wildwood,
that knows not the sea.
Child of mountain and child of mist both amaze mind entirely. They do not know the sea but they can feel whenever necessary. An amazing sharing is done here...10
Thank you Kumarmani Mahakul. The Appalachian mountains are called the smoky mountains because of the clouds and mist. They are still heavily forested. I was a child there. I appreciate your kind remarks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Thanks very much for your kind comments Kumarmani Mahakul