Meet Me In Appalachia

I looked for you

I looked for you in the dusty prairie

I looked for you where the great plains collide beneath the great divide

The plains are glassy, flat.  I could see for many miles.  I looked for you

I looked for you in the shadow of the mountain where the grasses turn to Aspen

I searched the foothills, you were not there.

I looked for you where the continent dissolves, where golden marsh lines the tide, winding creeks, the river high and low, and in the open sea.

I looked for you, you were not there.

And I

I looked for you

I stared into the cold arctic wind, through many days and nights of Adirondack in snow capped trees, by the frozen pond, through woods dense under the St. Lawrence and beside Niagara.

I looked for you, you were not there.

Meet me in Appalachia

Meet me where the blue ridge walks by day

Meet me where gentle rains soak the meadow

Meet me under the giant Sycamore

Meet me in Appalachia

Meet me in the spring

Meet me where we washed in the fresh dew of dawn

Meet me in deep summer

Meet me by the sandy lake shore where we listened to the night

Meet me where we were warm under frosty December Hemlock and meet me where the silent Autumn moon beams held us in the still light of togetherness

And I

I found you

Meet me at sundown

Let us begin in Appalachia.

By Dr. Andy Allen