Poetry Corner

There's something I saw in the mountain mist,
That too I perceived in the thundering wave,
But then when I felt it, when we first kissed,
I knew it was something I had to save.
Nature's noble rapture, changing seasons,
Beauty owns the blossoms and falling leaves,
But man walks alone in owning reasons,
Reflected in all is what he believes.
I passed it last night, riding the warm wind,
I was out late, rebelling against time,
Against the wind I had set out to find,
Words to anchor eternity in rhyme.
O' Captain my Captain, hark, it's in me,
This thundering soul, creating to be free.

--Becket Knottingham

Where I'm Bound - Patty Loveless

(Daryl Burgess/Tom Britt)

Can you hear it cross the valley
Can you hear that mournful sound
I'm riding rails of silver
Going to where I'm bound

High above the fields of clover
On a lazy, hot July
When I get to where I'm going
I'll hold my head up high
I will roll across these mountains
I will take the last train out
Riding rails of silver
Going to where I'm bound

Roses, dust and ashes
Throw them where I lay
And if by chance you see me
There'll be no sorrow on my face

For I will see the beauty
I only wish that you could see
I'll leave my body weakened
I'll leave my soul to wander free, so free

So if you should see a diamond
Fall down from the sky
Its just a teardrop
From the corner of my eye
As good-bye, as I fly
To where I'm bound...