West Virginia Rolling hills, Nothing short of breath taking. Rising bills, Nothing short, of breath taking. Stress fills One family after another As the river rises, And flows through our fingers and toes Soon to take us away. The air so crisp With the wooden aroma, And the pang so sharp From fighting loved ones. Birds joyfully sing For everyone to hear. But alone, I watch flowing tears Of those I hold dear. And you hate to leave... But the flowers always bend Toward the better end. Waving goodbye, As they sway in the wind.
React
Comment
Share
