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Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Blue Mountain Waters
We'll see if this works. Hello folks, this is The-Voice, Nick Yaekle, from www.the-voice.blogspot.com and I have created yet another blog to not keep up as regularly as I would like. This one, however, is being created in order to link you from my main blog elsewhere and read some of my poetry. Realize, some of it may be unsettling and unsuitable for all eyes, but hey, this IS still America, isn't it?
Enjoy my first which is a tribute to my late great-grandmother, Marvel Garrison of Buffalo, West Virginia. She passed on to be with her Leo back in 1986 but her memory still lingers. She made an impression on my mother and quite an impression on me, too!
Remember, VOTE DEMOCRATIC!
Enjoy my first which is a tribute to my late great-grandmother, Marvel Garrison of Buffalo, West Virginia. She passed on to be with her Leo back in 1986 but her memory still lingers. She made an impression on my mother and quite an impression on me, too!
Remember, VOTE DEMOCRATIC!
Blue Mountain Waters
September 18, 2002
by Nicholas Yaekle
All her life she lived in the mountains
(And) lived by the good old mountain ways
Aged gracefully like a wine from California
Saw six children through rough and rocky days
Woke up every morning fore sunshine/sunrise
Made breakfast got the kids off to school
Fed the horses cleaned the house
Cooked the supper wiped the mouths
Educated only by the golden rule
Oh she lived and she loved for her family
Never leaving her good old mountain home
Never veered from her habits
Never once did she falter
And she loved her blue mountain waters
When I hear sweet Dola speak
I hear Marvel Eileen
And I think of
Her blue
Mountain waters
When I hear Dola Eileen
I see Marvel Eileen
And her pure, blue mountain waters.
How she loved the hills of West Virginia
Up and down the Kanawhas red clay waters
From the gold domed beacon of the capital city
. . .Mountaineers are always free!
With her Bible she taught her kids value
Walker Chapel gave doses of faith/God
Her pockets werent lined in silver and gold
But rich in love, just like her Jesus told
How she cried as shed sit by her window
Looking out as her family moved on
She cried as her heart
Filled with sorrow and doubt
As the hearse took her Leo away
Shed sit reading her books at that window
Memries afloodin her tired soul
She followed her plan
Meetin Leo in Canaan land
Waitin for that up there yonder roll
Five boys and one precious daughter
Dennis, Roma, Wild Bill, Cotton, Lowell
And sweet Dola Eileen
Her mountain girl queen
Faith in God kept her heart in control
Its been so long since the last time I saw her
Now and then she meets me in dreams
Reckon shell never rest
Till her kin have the best
Then shell sleep up in Glory again.
Oh Lord you know, I have no friend like you
If Heavens not my home
Then Lord what shall I do?
The angels beckon me
To Heavens open door
And I cant feel at home in this world anymore.
September 18, 2002
by Nicholas Yaekle
All her life she lived in the mountains
(And) lived by the good old mountain ways
Aged gracefully like a wine from California
Saw six children through rough and rocky days
Woke up every morning fore sunshine/sunrise
Made breakfast got the kids off to school
Fed the horses cleaned the house
Cooked the supper wiped the mouths
Educated only by the golden rule
Oh she lived and she loved for her family
Never leaving her good old mountain home
Never veered from her habits
Never once did she falter
And she loved her blue mountain waters
When I hear sweet Dola speak
I hear Marvel Eileen
And I think of
Her blue
Mountain waters
When I hear Dola Eileen
I see Marvel Eileen
And her pure, blue mountain waters.
How she loved the hills of West Virginia
Up and down the Kanawhas red clay waters
From the gold domed beacon of the capital city
With her Bible she taught her kids value
Walker Chapel gave doses of faith/God
Her pockets werent lined in silver and gold
But rich in love, just like her Jesus told
How she cried as shed sit by her window
Looking out as her family moved on
She cried as her heart
Filled with sorrow and doubt
As the hearse took her Leo away
Shed sit reading her books at that window
Memries afloodin her tired soul
She followed her plan
Meetin Leo in Canaan land
Waitin for that up there yonder roll
Five boys and one precious daughter
Dennis, Roma, Wild Bill, Cotton, Lowell
And sweet Dola Eileen
Her mountain girl queen
Faith in God kept her heart in control
Its been so long since the last time I saw her
Now and then she meets me in dreams
Reckon shell never rest
Till her kin have the best
Then shell sleep up in Glory again.
Oh Lord you know, I have no friend like you
If Heavens not my home
Then Lord what shall I do?
The angels beckon me
To Heavens open door
And I cant feel at home in this world anymore.
posted by The-Voice at 9:48 PM
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