These early morning skies in Chattanooga
are beautiful, but, Morristown is my home;
and, I miss her offerings and the ease at
which they were given, and I long for those
familiar surroundings by which I know her;
there is a peace and stillness in this valley
but there is also an intensified screaming inside
that wants to be turned lose so that my
spirit can return to the only home it knows
and the only home I've ever really missed.
August 1998
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