Ozark Mountains Hymn
Ancient continental spine with eastern sisters
Rising from the Green Mountains
To the smoother Ouachitas.
Her land deep rutted, hollows
Carved by millennial glacial ice
Cut deep, retreating from steep ridges,
Eagles nest aeries perched
Above ageless streams and rivers.
She is my home. Not born but adopted
Child of hard scrabble rockfilled ridges
And deep green spring cooled hollows.
I have felt her heartbeat
From the instant my foot touched
Her hard soil
And my eyes saw
A color not known until that day –
The blueness
Of her October sky.
I was beckoned as if I knew her
And my soul was drawn to my promise land.
She is my home, ancient and new,
From her craggy breast and sassafras woods
She calls me
Blood deep.
**** This is the first of three poems- variations on the theme of ‘Home’. I have only posted this poem to the dVerse prompt, but welcome you to read the others if you wish.
thecourseofourseasons 
beautiful picture you’ve painted with your words… lovely piece to draw us in
thanks so much – I am happy you liked it – K
Very lovely work–the ancient, slow-cutting glaciers made a place just for you, to call your home. Excellent writing!
Thanks, Nico – K
I love the idea of stepping foot on the land and knowing you are home. A truly lovely write.
Pamela
It was just like that too – thanks, Pamela – K
This is so beautiful. I was going to note the same lines that I just saw Brian mentioned and beat me two it. Especially that first one. Wow. I beautiful part of our country, indeed.
And pretty much love at first sight for me – thanks! K
Your words speak of a deep knowing. I love the sense of seeing a place with fresh eyes, while feeling comfortable and at home.
Thank you for such a lovely comment – K
So cool that the land can call you, and you fit like it was meant to be. Nice.
Absolutely feels like that – Thanks – K
…interesting how one “lands” somewhere and it feels familiar and comfortable like no other place we’ve been…you say it so well 😉
Thanks so much – K
oh nice…i so can hear the heartbeat through your words…sounds like a beautiful, beautiful place
It is – thank so much, Claudia – K
Child of hard scrabble rockfilled ridges
And deep green spring cooled hollows.
ncie…cool description…and you do come from beautiful land…and i can def say you have her heart beat…its all throughout your poetry…smiles…
That is a very lovely thing to say, Brian – hope to live up to it! Thanks – K