ON THIS MOUNTAIN
As a child, he lived here many years before,
The great depression was not a time of all pleasant things.
It was, however, a time of childhood, a sunset for some,
There was a family of fathers and mothers, sons and daughters.
A boy was he of seventeen, a dreamer, a writer,
He had nothing but he had also everything.
On this mountain in Virginia, he was born,
So many days ago, long gone are they now.
He wrote his many thoughts by a lamp in the night,
Played games with his brothers and sisters.
Together this family sat together for dinner each night,
A lifetime ago is when this story was told.
By a boy whom with his family struggled but did laugh as they
Were blessed with much love and togetherness,
On this mountain, once upon a time.