I stare across the land,
and
find it difficult to grasp, a beauty quite daunting.
The sensation, the bliss an experience no one should
miss.
But, if I could, I would beg for one wish.
To be in the paradise--the valley-- where good times were endless.
Where the pines create a canopy across the mountains.
Where the emerald water, that chills and refreshes, laps lazily against
the Georgia red clay.
Where the sun is heavy, but not overpowering.
Where the grill sizzles with the smell of a tender steak.
Mmm, where the fresh catfish crackles in the pan
Where the laughter of children skates across the trees.
Where mischief of brothers will always be remembered; an unforgettable experience.
Where the soothing squeak of the swaying hammock allows one to drift, away.
A home to the elusive salamander, and the aged oak where PaPa carefully
etched his joys.
Where the "mist rolls so beautifully in splendor," alongside the blood reds, sun-kissed oranges and innocent pinks of the setting sun-- a sight which causes even the blind to stand
agape.
Belle's Heaven.
A place to cry and a place to love.
One day,
I will drive back down Cody road
and the fresh mountain air will rush through my senses.
Until then,
it is but a distant memory.
But, one we should never forget.
The sweetness encompassed by Burton's beauty will
live in our hearts.... forever.
Peace and Love.
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