A Place I Call Home

A place I call home –

The seven mountains roll and three rivers run

Hundreds of church bells ring.

History runs deep – into the deep deep South

In a place I call home –

Never have I seen the snow cover my backyard

A dusting or a frightful freeze

And only Black Ice haunts our winding roads

On the way to the place I call home –

Iridescent

Breathtaking

Brilliance

Covering the place I call home