Monday, March 13, 2006

Road to Shenandoah

I had to drive to Richmond this morning.


Stacey said...

I guess we can now see where the name "blue ridge mountains" came from. Great shot!

Publisher Jack said...

Wow. Did you take that through your windshield? If so, double wow.

kenju said...

Lord, how I love those mountains.

Jeffrey Hull said...

A good subject for a poem.

Blue Ridge

The Blue Ridge laundry hung along the sky
Beyond the highway's disappearing end
Hums lazy longing songs of by-and-by,
The road, too busy, off around the bend ...

The heavy sky wore mountain sawteeth dull
So long ago; the nubbins that remain
Can scarce impede the clouds that boatlike scull
Along the ridge above the valley rain.

The mountains must remember in their dreams
Those ancient granite days of grand display,
When caped in snow and bumping heaven's beams
Their brooding crags looked down upon the day;

Now crossed with track and trail of bear and coon
They see both what will come and what is past
And sleep the endless sleep of rain and moon
Until the hills are ground to sand at last.

© 2006 Jeffrey Hull

Buffy said...

I love this picture.

It reminds me of home.