Spice Creek Hollow

six miles over Appalachia staring down on simpler times blue-green hills roll out below me memories flood my bloodshot mind throwing rocks and catching crawdads swaying in a front porch swing frogs and crickets break the silence evening wisps thru rustling trees I see the well behind the farm house dark and deep when I was small with water sweet as roses smell the crank moans out a dreadful song creak, creak, creak…you stupid boy don't let ambition seize control, no matter where the money leads it can’t buy back a squandered soul Somewhere over the Appalachians between Raleigh and Cincinnati ‘08

 

Intro Image - from Descendents of WC Browning's facebook page
Empact Image - "a Well" by Juha M. Kinnunen
 

Play "Window Seat" recited by Aaron Velliky