made from dirt, grravel, and clay,
past the corn fields with no ears
as the harvesting has already been,
over the covered bridge whose slats need
replacing sometime soon and down
through the grove of apple trees and
back up the hill to Norm's whiose brick
ranch looks somewhat out-of-place
next to Fran's mother's log cabin... and, as
it continues to offer the travelers a choice,
either the right fork down to the lake
or the left fork around the mountain,
and back to the beginning... and when
the choice is right, a cattle pasture you
will see on both sides of the road with
a clearing off to the right as well...
the road passes Sandy's sawmill this is
up for sale they say... and when the
road approaches the water, a different
smell is in the air while we meander
down small paths that lead to a variety
of tourist campsites, some of whom are
local... but mostly foreign the be...
they venture down here from all over
the country to get close to nature and
the great smokies we are told... but if
you decided to bear to the left at the fork,
a more interesting scene would have
appeared taking you into the heart of
nature and the home of the southern
black bear whose caves are out-of-sight
but who often comes down the wooden
fenceline to visit with disbelieving tourists.
26 October 2021
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