Bill Simmons


Purple Mountains - Poem by Bill Simmons

Purple mountains
Against majestic skies
Somewhere down in the valley below
The echo lays quiet tonight

It once was the old woman
Her mule she allowed to run loose
In the evening she would call it in
When she did the whole town it knew

The sound of 'Baby doll,
Time to hit the stall'
Would echo through the valley and hills
Was always heard by all

Some say forty years ago
The old woman was once a bride
But something dreadfully wrong took place
She was with him the night he died

They say that she cried
From these mountains she would never leave
He is buried there, she would be near
Until the last air she would breath

For forty years the mountains could hear
Her voice echo in the eve
But tonight lays echo's still and quiet
As her soul passes with the breeze.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Poem Edited: Friday, May 7, 2010


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