Boone Mountain Girl Poem by Wayne Sowell

She holds the mountains together
With that big valley smile of hers.

She holds caringly the whole world in her hands
I would like to put a ring on one of her hands...
The marrying hand; the wedding finger.

Showers in Spring
Hold refreshing moments to spend with her
And the heat of long, hot Summers
Nestled in the mountains until the trees in Fall stand without leaves
Nod us into Winter and what the crackling fireplace would tell us
Of love that has lasted the year through.
Nothing speaks of eternity better, than one day spent with her.

Now is the time to court her
Open in a wind that blows my words away from her
Not only the wind, but the mountains echo it back to me
Now is the time to put forth a suite
And give to Love's darling girl
Handful and handful of
Spring days, Summer nights, Autumn evenings, and Winter beds.

Shannon, can you hear me?I stand in the valley and knock.
Shannon, can you see me?I am on the Boone Mountaintop waiting...