Echoes of Appalachia

Under the Appalachian sky,
Where the clouds drift slow and high,
The mountains hum a quiet song,
And the land remembers all along.

The people here are rooted deep,
With stories that the hills still keep,
Their voices soft, but full of grace,
Like rivers carving through this place.

Their lives are tied to earth and stone,
With hands that work, but hearts that’ve grown,
Through years of struggle, joy, and strife,
In these wide hills, they carve their life.

The sun may set, the stars may rise,
But in the quiet, there’s no disguise—
The love they have, the strength they show,
Underneath the moon’s soft glow.

Through seasons change, through storms and skies,
The spirit of these hills survives,
In every smile, in every tear,
The Appalachian sky is near. And though the world may call them far,
Their hearts remain where mountains are,
For under this vast, endless dome,
They know the sky will lead them home.

-Tim Carmichael