a short one while i mourn my home.

a short one while i mourn my home.

A Poem by Everett Dulin

born of the sea,
traveler by trade.
my hand towards the stars,
from your peaks i reach.
 
o appalachia, my dearest beloved,
it seems the heavens cried for thee.
o appalachia, i mourn and grieve.
       
i was brought to you
by rivers and promise of serene.
i found it there,
her love paralleling the sea.
     
o appalachia, the stories washed away,
hear my cries.
o appalachia, my heart's with you tonight.

© 2024 Everett Dulin


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Everett Dulin
Everett Dulin

Worcester, MA



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I finally sat down to write an actual about me, it's crazy, I'm crazy. No, I'm Nineteen. Hello, I'm Everett. I like to write about cycles and water. I've been fortunate enough to have a terrible u.. more..

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