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Abandoned Home

Appalachian Ghost 

 

I am an appalachian ghost

Trapped in a redneck soul.

I am an appalachian ghost

Confined to flesh and blood.

With iron in my blood and speed in my soul

Snow in my hair and dappled sun in my eyes

I am an appalachian ghost.

 

I am an appalachian ghost

Shaped by spirits, people and stories

On Potter’s hill.

Shades of lumbermen 

come to greet me.

Blessings of my ancestors

 come to meet me.

I sing the songs they play to me

On faded banjo strings.

 

I am an appalachian ghost

Shaped by lessons, people and love

On Mercer’s farm.

Nymphs of trees

come to greet me.

Voices of my past

come to meet me.

I write the songs they sing to me

On whispers in the wind.

 

I am an appalachian ghost

Shaped by troubles, people and pain

In Cameron’s town.

Murmurs of the people

come to greet me.

Faces of the mountain

come to meet me.

I dance the songs they play for me

In music of my heart.

 

I am an appalachian ghost

Shaped by knowledge, people and legends

Of Trinity’s Book.

Hope for the living

comes to greet me.

Father I long to know

comes to meet me.

I see the song He sings for me

In the colors of my past:

 

“You are an appalachian ghost

Given in a redneck soul.

You are an appalachian ghost

Granted to flesh and blood.

With iron in your blood and trees in your soul

Laugh on your lips and love in your eyes

You are My appalachian ghost.”

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