Friends are family in the mountains;
To their kin, they’re always true.
Mountain folks have staying power;
All their life, they’ll stand by you.
They would share their only morsel,
Proving they are friends indeed.
Never would a mountain person
Fail to help a friend in need.
Ties go deep here in the mountains;
One would never slight a friend.
They are honor-bound to stand close
And support you to the end.
Friendships close and more abiding
Than the friendships of your past.
Mountain folks are made of strong stock
And build friendships that will last.
They won’t tell you how they feel, though;
Lengthy silences they keep.
Sometimes folks are put off by it,
But still waters do run deep.
Mountain folks are shy with strangers;
Taking stock, they watch a spell.
When they grasp your hand in friendship,
Rest assured, they’ve chosen well.
Copyright © 2000 by moleta ruth mccarter. All rights reserved.
