Ethyl Says. Going To The Mountain.

I'm missing dirt roads again.
Tishomingo County roads.
Roads that lead to the top of the mountain.
Never mind that in Tishomingo County what we call a mountain is actually a great big hill.
It has to officially be a thousand feet to be a mountain.
Ours falls short by about two hundred.
But never mind.
In our minds and hearts it will always be a mountain.
The tallest in the state.
We are proud of our mountain,
Proud of the fact we are officially the State's hillbillies.
Not low land folks like the rest of Mississippi.

Wild ferns grow on our mountain,
And moss
Cool and green and soft.
And trees
Woods, lovely woods, cool and green.
Looking for peace, we climb to the top of our mountain.
Up, up, up, the dirt road.
Till we reach the end of the road.
And arrive at the tower situated on top.

A quite place to sit and contemplate
Where we've been and where we're heading
Wondering what lies ahead.
Searching inside
Who are we and what will we become.
What will our future hold.
Who will we be tomorrow?

That having been considered
We head down the mountain
Back to our homes and our families
To everyday.
Down the dirt road that brought us to the top,
Leaving behind today,
Heading into tomorrow.
Our doubts and fears and hopes will all resurface
Of that we can be sure.
But as for now there has been a coming to terms with them.
At least for the moment.