Poetry about the beauty, heritage and history of the Blue Ridge Mountains of western North Carolina appear on this blog.
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Fall Shindig
Fall buck dances across the Blue Ridge Mountains stamping foliage with scarlet and golden glitter. Out of the cocoon of summer, geese reso...
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Oh, to see the wonder of God's beautiful world through the eyes of an innocent child! On the first day of March, my great-niece drew c...
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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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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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