Spice Creek Hollow
six miles over Appalachiastaring down on simpler times
blue-green hills roll out below me
memories flood my bloodshot mind
throwing rocks and catching crawdads
swaying in a front porch swing
frogs and crickets break the silence
evening wisps thru rustling trees
I see the well behind the farm house
dark and deep when I was small
with water sweet as roses smell
the crank moans out a dreadful song
creak, creak, creak…you stupid boy
don't let ambition seize control,
no matter where the money leads
it can’t buy back a squandered soul
Somewhere over the Appalachians
between Raleigh and Cincinnati ‘08