Appalachian Heritage

FEATURED AUTHOR—ALBERT STEWART Mountain Child In the illimitable spaces ofchildhood time was his only dimension -Wm. Golden, Darkness Visible Where the raincrow mourns his hoarse prayer at night And minnows drowse in crystal gardens of the dark, Where shafted sunlight spans green oaten meadows And jarflies sizzle their July mowing machine songs, You walk familiar hills seeding a land of memory. You know the place where the humming bird nests, The moist coves where bees make wild lin honey And the haunts of mountain tea and partridge berry. The master oak plummets an acorn in your path And by Edenic waters mint beds lift lavender cones. The ceremonial seasons revolve/recycle around you: The delicate watercolor Persephone spring, the lush Thrush and whippoorwill summer, the grieving Sacrificial autumn, the on-hold Redbird winter. This is your final land, Mountain Child. Live on in this quiet country of the mind, Unharmed and harmless here, Charmed in time and child famous. —Albert Stewart 15 ...