Pine Mountain Steamboats through clouds Pine mountain with ancient sister Ripple-ridges, shovel-creeks Sweating fire up The furnace, turn their Big steel paddlewheels: Churn the benthic holler-pools! Pilot hill-fog troposphere! Heave lead line, hear-tell The sounding yell “No bottom!” Up from Troublesome Fork To Litt-Carr, the reservoir Winter drained, now agape sub putaminibus Of hardwoods; on down To Whitesburg where Letcher Starts to climb again Once (300 m.y.a.), 23 would take ya Two miles high Through monsoon dripping Ferns to peaks of alpine tundra: The tropical glaciers of Central Pangaea. Today we motor up (might be 1000 feet) Past junkyards bouncing with the dobro, Barn rafters still Ringing toetap jubilee, Dulcimer sawing Aching frame of White slender steeples Sunk in rainy mist. May ye be a mountain For the homefolk, O Pine Mountain, Nothing more. Through Pound Gap, Crest of the thrust Exposed: Devonian to Pennsylvanian Exploded into sky. Down Virginia side, we slide To bedlam of the Eastern Sea. “From the lofty mountain, “From the little glen, “Softly call the voices, “’Come you home again.’”
Wish I could use my own font because I hate the enormous gaps between words, but at least I can keep my other spacing on here now. Wrote this quickly and got rid of my smartphone— good start to the year. More soon enough.
edit: it seems to have used a better font on the email. lol