Poem: From Isle to Holler

The sounds of mountain music
Running through Appalachia
Rolling along hill and holler
Harkens back to songs
That were sung on the isle

Poem: Out to the Hazel Wood

Late at night under the moon
Celebrated by the evening sounds
Of the creatures singing to Mani
I went out to the hazel wood
Because their was a fire in my head
Lit by the fairy folk
Who come to take children away