Sweet By and By

Sad, sad mountain shadows.
Oh, the ridge is so blue
since the grapevines overgrew.

Mournful, meager flow,
Forks of Buffalo,
since laughter’s last echo.

Bye, bye, Blue Ridge,
bouncing footbridge,
your tadpoles ‘ve gotten big.

Three shallow fords more,
wildberry folklore, and
the closed-down corner store.

Sad, sad mountain shadows.
Oh, the ridge is so blue
since I lost the four of you.


NaPoWriMo#11~Write about something big. All four of my grandparents lived in the Blue Ridge Mountains by the Buffalo River, where wild berries and even wilder stories grew. I really miss all four of them.

19 Comments

      1. Forks of Buffalo isn’t far from Amherst. Maybe 12 miles west on 60. I am hoping to take the children there this summer. We have a few family still in the area.

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