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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SPIRIT OF THE SMOKIES, by MABELLE RUTHERFORD MURDOCK First Line: Slowly drifting from the campfires Last Line: Benediction to our prayer. Subject(s): Smoky Mountains | |||
Slowly drifting from the campfires Of a thousand council rings, Swirling haze of misty blue smoke Shrouds the mountain's purpling wings. Shadows of the braves are dancing To the rhythmic war-drum's beat, Scenes a million years behind us Rise in grandeur at our feet. Spirits of papoose and maiden Intermingle with the dawn, Phantom wigwams in the distance Hold their souls in sacred pawn. Aborigines and moderns Meet in this Cathedral Shrine At the Altar of the Smokies, Drink the beauty, as old wine; Drink, and feel intoxication, Feel the ecstasy -- like pain -- Grip the senses, the nostalgia Bringing wanderers home again. Sacred ground, we tread in reverence, Lift our hearts in simple prayer To The Spirit of the Smokies Beckoning, its gifts to share. Mystical and beauty-laden, Siler's Bald and Chimneys, there, Lift their ageless heads above in Benediction to our prayer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OAKS TUTT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS COUNTRY SUMMER by LEONIE ADAMS THE BIRTHNIGHT: TO F by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE JOURNEY by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SILEX SCINTIALLANS: THEY ARE ALL GONE by HENRY VAUGHAN STOOD AT CLEAR by ALEXANDER ANDERSON APOLLO AND DAPHNE by PHILIP AYRES SONG: 2 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 45. A LITTLE WHILE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |
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