Always had a mountain to stand on. A place to scratch the ground. Grow a little garden in my back yard. Yet still close enough to town.
To taste the water from a mountain stream. Nice, cold, and clean. To some this would only be a dream. Mountains old, and as far as can be seen.
My own piece of Heaven. It's the land that I love. Hunted for my first time at age eleven. When the snow fell from above.
I climbed to the top of Sceneca. Stood up on the edge and looked around.The breeze blowing against me. So much beauty to be found.
My home's in West Virginia. It's the land that I love. Unspoiled beauty. With a style that fit's like a glove.
Cold sip of shine from a jug. A place for me to hide away. A mine where I once dug. A cabin where I once stayed.
Values passed down from hundreds of years ago. Where it's still proper to hold a door. To say yes mame no mame. Who could ask for more?
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