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 childhoods, a sunset 
  For some,

  There was a family of fathers and mothers, sons 
  And daughters.

  A boy he was 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.


  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