Us
by 
Written by Stewart Acuff
Rollin’ down through the southern Blue Ridge
Through the valleys now between Tennessee and the Carolinas
Mountains ahead, behind, each side
Piercing clouds, why others called them Smoky
Our people planted these valleys and harvested beans, gourds, pumpkins
They fished these creeks and hunted these mountains
‘Til they couldn’t.
© Creative Commons Copyright 2012
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