The Smoky Mountain Life

The Smoky Mountain Life

by
Dairesse L. English


Here set in the calmness of the mountains vast and in the high ridges blue,
nature holds close to its beginning as always the same it will renew.

The seasons change from sultry to ice and the colors follow along with glorious array. Waterfalls descend from a rocky ledge into pleasant settings tucked secretly away.

When nature calls for a cleansing and a drink of fresh relief, thunder rolls into every fold and bend. Torrential rain falls heavy to the ground and lighting strikes with its loud echo to impend.

The sky knows when it is time to release its downpour and remove the clouds of darkness hiding light. For then the sun comes to shine and the air grows weighty encompassing all in rainbows bright.

Rivers run throughout the valleys cutting across the dark earth leaving an imprint behind. Lonely creeks temper by fallen shacks once called home, but are within these woods intertwined.

Older folk rock upon their porches welcoming bugs of light traveling along the rays of evening’s moon. A mild wind blows against the leaves and branches playing a soft romantic tune.

Traditions long-standing cling to the mountain way of life deep within the tangled green. History unfolds as on these very grounds the Cherokee reenact a tearful, mournful scene.

Hear the tales of battles, see the landmarks of heroes, stand where they first lived, and watch as time stills. Lean against the trees that remember every Cardinal, every arrow, and fallen Brave, for these are the Tarhills.

Slower in pace are the days lived here in the Blue Ridge Smokies and offer tranquility to those that stop for a time. For the beauty of age and the future building of new, bring forth a picture of man and nature sublime.


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