Home Sick

I wrote this in the Winter of 2015 while living here in Denver Colorado. I missed the falls of the Smokies. I still do.

I grow so home sick.

I miss the roving mountains of Appalachia.

The Rockies are so desolate so…unforgiving.

And as winter sets in they seem so dead.

They aren’t exploding with color as the mountains of my home.

No fiery yellows,oranges reds and the calming purple leaves.

No vendors selling their apples and honey.

No banjo or fiddle with songs of old that make you cry and smile all in one breath.

Only the big city.

A big city filled with the reek of human suffering.

So I dream of home.

And pray.

Reviews

[AshlynnStyx]

Country kids always miss their home. I know I do.

[wordman]

appalachia and colorida are far apart for a country boy !

[Tate Viviano]

Amen! Sir I need to go visit them soon.