Where Is My Home Among These Mountains?

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Where is my home, among these mountains?
That stretch faded and indigo blue,
From sky to sky?
That night become dark, and offer refuge to
The wistful whisper;
The bitter cry?
Did I come here to live—or come back to die?
In these mountains that I loved
Oh, it’s still, it’s still unknown,
To me, where—where is my home.

Where is my home among these mountains?
Where I lived and where I grew,
And where I once knew
I needed to be
With you?
Now I go back, now I fly
To my home, among these mountains I loved
And say goodbye
To memories I cherished, and cry
What can be my home without you?

Where is my home, and my refuge?
Is it amongst these blue mountains
Of which they write and sing?
Of Shenandoah, what do I bring
With me?
What do I leave?
To what lengths does the heart deceive?
Is it home if I am here,
And still grieve?

Where is my home among these mountains
That I love
If I cannot love with you, if
God above
Painted the mountains of Appalachia a deep and melancholy blue
That means nothing to me, that offers no comfort
Without you?

Oh, Shenandoah, they long for you,
And your low mountains and your clear bright air,
But what can the lands that I love mean to me, that are home and home to me
If he that I love
Is never there?
Is my home still among these mountains that I know—
And if not—
Where?

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raypool

Fri 11th Nov 2016 22:22

Great lyrical heartfelt lines and really conjures up a mood, very poetic.

Ray

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Stu Buck

Fri 11th Nov 2016 21:49

this is a fine piece of writing. much enjoyed

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Fri 11th Nov 2016 17:54

omg this is lovely - I travelled the length of the Shenandoahs this summer - twice in fact - along the Skyline Drive - such a beautiful place.

and camped further south in the Peaks of Otter just off the Blue Ridge Parkway. Stayed also in the Twi-Lite Motel in Front Royal - so many good memories of swallowtails, mist through the trees and amazing overlooks.

your poem has the feel of an Irish folk song if I may say.

I wrote a poem about this area but it's just a made up story:

https://imaginedamerica.wordpress.com/2016/09/19/the-keeper-of-thoughts/

thank you so much for posting this.

Colin

PS: hope you stick around and post some more like this

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