I miss my mountain home, in the deep Appalachian mountains where the waterfalls dance around every corner and the earth cradles my every step.
I miss my mountian home where the wind is thick with old stories and the rain is flavored with new tales.
I miss my mountain home where the sunrise is colored by the sweat and toil and hard work of people almost forgotten and the sunset is draped in firefly paintings.
I miss my mountain home where lush fields and virgin forests meet my every wandering step.
Where songs drift thru the hollers and poplar trees and the mist hangs heavy on ghosts of spider webs weaving that delicate balance between now and then.