Appalachian Symphony

Appalachian Symphony

A Poem by Rebecca L. Smith
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What it sounds and feels like back home.

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Preacher man preaching up on the mountain 
Banjo picking after he speaks
Nothing like dinner on the ground
To bring together family trees
Feel that Holy Ghost rhythm 
Flowing like water in creeks
Lord, I love the sound
Of an Appalachian symphony

Alleluia, I been saved x4

Fireflies dancing in the fields 
I’m in weeds up to my knees 
Horseshoes ringing off in the distance 
We’re barefoot and fancy free 
Thunderstorms rolling in, but 
All we need is an old porch swing
Lord, I love the sound 
Of an Appalachian symphony 

Alleluia, I  been saved x4

See that woman down in the river?
She found Jesus three foot deep
In our little slice of Heaven 
We can hear the angels sing 
Answered prayers come falling down
With just the faith of a mustard seed
Lord, I love the sound 
Of an Appalachian symphony 

Alleluia, I been saved x4 

I hear the lullaby of an old coal train
Chugging along like a strong heartbeat
Climbing through the hollar looking for a berry
So we can dig up fresh Ginseng 
Sunlight burning out like a candle
Listen to the crickets till we fall asleep
Lord, I miss the sound 
Of an Appalachian symphony

Alleluia, I been saved x4

© 2014 Rebecca L. Smith


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Added on August 28, 2014
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Tags: appalchian, west virginia, old, folk, religion, family, preaching, holy, holy ghost, song, music, lyrics

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Rebecca L. Smith
Rebecca L. Smith

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