Though my life was filled with turmoil,
They’ve stood silent, stately there;
When life’s road became to winding
Or too steep, too hard to bear.
When my heart was filled with gladness,
They’d entreat me, so I’d run
Climbing up her rolling foothills
Wading creeks glistening in the sun.
All around me, Smoky Mountains
Stood there, watching as I grew
From my childhood to adulthood;
Seeing them would strength renew.
Oftentimes, my life grows weary
In this world of constant change,
Becoming more and more uncertain
Ever changing, ever strange.
Though I’ve wandered, I’ve come back here:
There they stood, waiting just for me.
Surrounding me in gentle hugging,
Never changing, always to be.
copyright © 1998 by moleta ruth mccarter. all rights reserved.
