Poetry about the beauty, heritage and history of the Blue Ridge Mountains of western North Carolina appear on this blog.
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Ode to the Goldenrod
ODE TO THE GOLDENROD Brenda Kay Ledford Each autumn I suffer allergies. I blame it on the goldenrod that dots the fields, mea...

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GRATITUDE This Labor Day, I am grateful for a multitude of God's blessings. The sun rising like lemon drops over the Blue Ridge Moun...
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ODE TO THE GOLDENROD Brenda Kay Ledford Each autumn I suffer allergies. I blame it on the goldenrod that dots the fields, mea...
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Signs of the season are slipping into our mountains: a scarlet leaf rides the wind and walnuts pop up on trees. A thousand sunflowers nod t...
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