North East Georgia roads traveling north brings one into the Blue Ridge Mountains ..... this poem developed from one of those road trips


Georgia Hills With Tints of Blue


A poem for Suzy
© Thomas R. Farrell 2009

Sounds of mountain where I stand
I, with awe, in God's own land
Sounds of birds I think I know
Sounds of traffic down below
Cutting through this valley so
Til the day .... I'm called to go!

How I wonder while I'm here
How my God has spent His Years...
Nature's treasure all around
But, for few, who live year round...
Looking out across this view:
Georgia hills with tints of blue...




Poetry by Tom Farrell
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Written on 2009-06-19 at 18:08

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Morgan Cellohead
I like this one a lot, thanks for this, and thanks for saving me as a writing friend. "How I wonder while I'm here/ How my God has spent His Years" - I love these lines... quite an interesting thing to think about.
2009-06-20


melanie sue
Awesome! I love the rhythm and flow
and all the descriptions that you show

(my daughter lives in the Appallachian Mts. of NC)
2009-06-20


Kathy Lockhart
another captured picture clear and pure. Those BRMountains are beautiful and inspiring. I have many times felt the presense of God there.
2009-06-19