Appalachian SymphonyA Poem by Rebecca L. SmithWhat it sounds and feels like back home.
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 Last Updated on August 28, 2014 Tags: appalchian, west virginia, old, folk, religion, family, preaching, holy, holy ghost, song, music, lyrics AuthorRebecca L. SmithTNAboutRelax, I'm refreshingly controversial. Poetry, Lyrics, Short Stories, Novels, Spoken Word, and Other Assorted/Various Styles Behold as spirituality, culture, and sexuality collide together in .. more..Writing
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