out tamarack way

out tamarack way
we roam the mountain spines
up grandpa’s crooked back
smelling of laurel bay
where outlaws dream
in lonesome refrain
as sisters watch
and brothers play

out tamarack way
summer winds blow cold
on mossy rocks
over valleys broad
where peaceful rest
finds heavens day
upon the appalachian’s
ancient sway

out tamarack way
where beech king’s reign
and river’s new blood flow
we left a piece
of who we’ll be
when days of old
are ours to hold
as memory of today

out tamarack way
my heart does fly
across the morning mist
on sculpture strokes
of creation’s host
upon the godly crest
i long for the life of mountain folks
upon tamarack’s clay

© 2007 BY W GARY FORRESTER