Mountain Song

Fair warning. Purple prose ahead. This is what I can do with language if I forget all lessons of a clean style. But then again, my feelings about the mountains in question seem to warrant purpleness. Maybe one day I will try and post a more simple song.

When I die, if I do so before the coming of my Lord, bury me in the sandy loam of the Smoky Mountains. Golden sand worn from the peaks fills gaps between fallen leaves and makes  patterns in impati…

Source: Mountain Song

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Just another tree in the proverbial forest. Look! I have leaves! View all posts by jubilare

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