An Appalachian Mountain Poem

Welcome!

I just ran across a lovely poem from the Appalachian Mountains, Big Stone Gap, Virginia, (where I used to live) to be exact.  It was written by a talented local poet, Bonnie Ball in 1935.  I decided to share a brief excerpt from the poem with you.  It is entitled "Rare Pleasures."

                   "Rare Pleasures"

Do you know where the violets grow?  I do!

I have gathered them fresh in the due

Over in Grandpa's meadow, white and blue...

Have you ever drunk from a mountain spring, 

From a cup made of leaves...or anything?

Have you heard the sound mountain waters sing? ...

Have you ever made a daisy chain? ...

Have you ever really roamed a country lane? ...

-Bonnie Ball from "Bonnie's Rhythmic Verse"

(There are so many talented people everywhere who can write, sing, act, do arts and crafts, etc. whose work goes virtually unrecognized.  Let's all try to support those locally who have gifts so that others can be made aware of their talents and abilities.  Maybe that talented person is you.  If so, remember-don't hide your light under a bushel.  Step out with your talents and share them!)

Positive thought:  "In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks." -John Muir

Thanks for visiting!  Until next Sunday, Becky

Thankfulness

          "Thankfulness"
"Sitting here by the fireside
Thoughts crowd into my mind
I am so sheltered and happy
Neither homeless nor sick nor blind.

I have so much to be thankful for
My home, my family, each friend.
So much I take for granted
Numerous things without end.

I want Him to know I'm thankful,
I hardly know how to start
But I feel that nothing can equal
The Thanksgiving in my heart."
-Sally May Bledsoe, age 16

The above poem was written many years ago by my Aunt Sally.  It was sincere, from the heart.  ( Another of Aunt Sally's poems is on my 10/28/13 blog post.)

Greg and I had an early Thanksgiving this year at my brother Nick and his wife Lisa's home, combined with a birthday celebration of two family members, John and R. H., whose birthdays are the same date, 70 years apart.  (What's more, two additional family members share the same November birth date as John and R. H.!  What are the odds of something like that happening?  Life is a real mystery sometimes.)

Positive thought:  May you have a blessed and happy Thanksgiving!

Thanks for visiting!  Until next Sunday, Becky