The mountain man is my muse,
uplifting me with bluegrass blues,
those good old boys they get high,
on moonshine whisky they will fly,
going away for that mountain life,
find me a hill-billy, I'll be his wife,
children playing round our shack,
chasing hogs around the back,
granny's eating berries ripe,
while grandpappy's smoking on his pipe,
cousin Jed plays on his fiddle,
while Ellie does a hoedown jiggle,
with those good old mountain boys,
we'll play our music make some noise,
only grandpappy gonna complain,
when those kids drive him insane,
he says he'll get those kids in line,
or he'll die before his time,
but granny knows just what to do,
she might be a hill-billy,
but she's no fool,
as I linger by mountain streams,
cool my feet penetrate my dreams,
that mountain man my heart he stole,
intense happiness fills my soul.
Comments
seashore | January 16, 2011 - 10:44
I just love this one Jenny! Just one thing - 3rd stanza, is it `Grandpappy' or `Grandpappies'?
Either way I really enjoyed it.
Geertje Jong | January 16, 2011 - 12:37
It reminded me of when I traveled through Colorado, seeing exactly the kind of scene that you describe and the clear water river where I quenched my desert dust thirst. Nice.
Geertje
skinner_jennifer | January 16, 2011 - 13:17
Hi Geertje Jong,
Wow! you are so lucky to have travelled through
Colorado, one day I would love to travel across
America to the outback away from the tourists,
maybe when me and my partner retire, we'll rent a
camper van, you never know.
Thankyou so much for your great comment, it was a
pleasure to read.
Jenny.
skinner_jennifer | January 16, 2011 - 16:34
Hi seashore,
thankyou for your comment, I was so glad you enjoyed
this poem.
By the way it was Grandpappy's, in the 3rd stanza,
so I have now put it right.
Thankyou so much for reading.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | January 16, 2011 - 16:50
Hi there, Jenny;-)
I too enjoyed this one, so very much.
By the way, I think your 'grannies' and 'grannie'
could possibly be granny's and granny as you seem to be talking about just the one.
I've never been to Colorado but I have been to New Orleans - way back in the seventies, having driven there from Philadelphia. Quite some drive! It was so beautiful then. We had friends who lived there, but since the recent hurricane they moved elsewhere. Apparently, now it is a ghost of the place it once was.
Thanks for bringing me back some fond memories for me.
Tina;-)
skinner_jennifer | January 17, 2011 - 10:58
Hi Tina,
yes you are right, I will change the spelling when
I have answered your comment, thankyou for helping.
It sounds like the 70s were great for all of us,
that lived through that era, I am glad that I
could bring back some fond memories for you, really
glad you enjoyed reading this one.
Thankyou for commenting.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | January 17, 2011 - 11:40
Jenny - you are welcome;-)
Yes, the seventies were quite an era to live through.
I was just thinking, whilst doing my hoovering just now, about your poem, and it brought to mind a John Denver LP I used to have with a track called 'Rocky Mountain High' and it evoked the same kind of feeling as your lovely poem. Freedom and beauty.
Tina.
fatboy74 | January 17, 2011 - 11:45
Love that opening Jenny:
The mountain man is my muse,
uplifting me with bluegrass blues,
You really set a scene here. Enjoyed this thank you. :-)
Highhat | January 17, 2011 - 12:09
I liked the scene you set as well- sounds so enjoyable
;)Pia
skinner_jennifer | January 17, 2011 - 13:13
Hi Tina,
Ah! The great John Denver, I seem to remember that
song, somewhere way back in the mists of time. I
was watching a programme about Blue Grass music,
and thinking to myself, this music is so layed back,
I'm gonna write about those good old mountain folks,
might even treat myself to a CD of Blue Grass music,
I kind of like it.
Thanks for getting back to me.
Jenny.
skinner_jennifer | January 17, 2011 - 13:17
High fatboy74,
Great to have your comment, yes that Mountain man
sure is my muse, makes me feel so good thinking
about all that mountain air.
Really glad you enjoyed.
Thanks for reading.
Jenny.
skinner_jennifer | January 17, 2011 - 13:20
Hi Pia,
Would'nt mind going to Nashville, listen to some of
that country music, then that really would set the
scene well, don't you think?
Again Pia your comments always welcome.
Thanks for reading.
Jenny.
skinner_jennifer | January 19, 2011 - 10:18
Thanks for the great comment Julie,
yes I love those old westen movies, Doris Day was
a really good actress, with a brilliant voice, she
certainly would have looked good in my poem.
Thanks again for reading, I always appreciate your
comments.
Jenny.
Cavalcaderl | January 19, 2011 - 10:41
new skinner_jennifer
Very delightful poem.
Full of memories and colour
and folk. Liked Nanna and Papa explaining life could draw a beautiful picture someone could do as never been abroad won't fly.
never been.Was it The Dead Wood Stage
Comes Riding o'er The Hill,by "Doris Day"
Those were my time, and songs of many remembered.
explained it all so well.
julie xx
apeljo | January 25, 2011 - 14:31
Jenny,I enjoy your style of writing, it brings to life the topic you write about. This poem put me in the hills right along with the Hillbillies, so much so that I could see smoke rising from a chimney, and smell the tobacco from Grandpappy's pipe! Keep writing Darlin, the world needs your perspective!
skinner_jennifer | January 25, 2011 - 16:06
Hi apeljo,
thankyou so much for that wonderful comment, you
have actually cheered me up and made my day. You
have to admire the way they live, such a simple
life.
Thanks alot for reading and commenting.
Jenny.