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 who with his family struggled but did laugh
 As they

 Were blessed with much love and togetherness,


 On this mountain, once upon a time.

                            Keith Garrett