APPALACHIAN DREAMER

               APPALACHIAN DREAMER

I remember days of childhood
like I remember dreams
A slow & gentle fairytale
as placid as the streams.
Misty mountain mornings
slowly turning into day
Crawling on the front porch
feeling that I will always stay.
Someone rides the porch swing
with its gentle lazy song
The birds sing joyous harmony
here, nothing could go wrong.
When I close my eyes I see it
no matter where I roam
I'm an Appalachian Dreamer
Never too far from my home.
     --Shayla Kwiatkowski, 1987