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The mountain of North Carolina it's beauty is beyond words
it holds the mystery of the lives of it's people of old time's pasted
and left their spirit's forever not to be forgotten.
Just a whisper of a trail where old spirit's still walk
just a whisper in the cool shade the old spirits still talk
stand in the silence and feel the magic and music in the wind.
Always look to the mountains for they live and ask for nothing
just stand quietly and look at the peaceful beauty of God creation
I know I was born in the beautyfull mountains of North Carolina.
If I could live my life over what would I be
I would live in the beautiful mountains
and always live my life free.
I would build my home on a mountain height
and stand on a rock cleft and watch the eagle's fly.
and listen to the thunders angry sound
and watch the lighting playing on the ground.
I would walk the trails my ancestors walked
and in my mind I could hear them talk.
I would count the stars in the sky at night
and watch the sun come up in the morning
big and bold what a beautiful sight.
I would set on the ground under a tree
and feed the little squirrel's wild and free.
I would bathe in a mountain stream where the
the water is clean fresh and cool
and not think about tomorrow or what I had to do.
I was born on a mountain a mountain was born in my soul
I carry that mountain where ever I go.

Poem By
Clara Strickland Brinkley

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