Appalachia Poem by Winston Edgar Hall

As a young man, my father and I would venture through the Appalachian mountains. Whether it be whilst attending a boy scout function, becoming accustomed to nature and its many surprises, or camping in the wilderness beside a rushing stream in the middle of winter and snow. The great Blue Ridge always has magic, and ancient knowledge to pass on to every generation. Appalachia was written in a very reflective state, sitting on an outcropping of rocks around mid-day, alone, watching the sun paint the range in its ancient way. Thinking back on all the times I have experienced, and where I would ultimately end up. Nature, it seems, plays a vital role in the lives of every person; submersing oneself in nature reigns supreme in teaching Humans the Ancient Knowledge of life.