Poetry about the beauty, heritage and history of the Blue Ridge Mountains of western North Carolina appear on this blog.
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Happy Poems
HAPPY POEMS Sunshine breaks through the clouds, the robins relish this day, a cheerful greeting. Lesley was a Bliss, she sparkles with happ...

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Way up on Double Knob Drive in Tusquittee, you'll find the goat farm. It's like the Swiss Alps on the mountain. Donna Gains owns...
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The Native American fall festival was held at the Cherokee Heritage Center in the mountain town of Hayesville, NC on Saturday, September 1...
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A torch that lights the fields at fall, glowing like gold on the roadsides. You outshine other wildflowers putting on a show, and p...
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