a short one while i mourn my home.A Poem by Everett Dulinborn 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.
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