A light rain’s falling
on your shoulders
It’s autumn in the Smokies
a heavy forested area
with winding narrow roads
high impressiv cliffs
and deep valleys

Climb the mountaintops and
you’re almost in heaven
Aspens in beautiful colors
Black Cherry trees are
exploding in red
The blueberries are already
picked by Black Bears
Now they’re playing
hide and seek with you

Whitetailed deers are bellowing
in the distance
Listen to the deep voice
of an old owl
A big and black raven’s
warning you
For what?
For hillbillies, moonshine
and countryfiddle
You can find’em all here

© Kjell Åhsberg