Diane's Poems

This is a reflection of the

Smoky Mountains so high

This time of year the Mountains

are full of so many colors, and the winds goes by.

 

All the falling leaves will turn to brown

Then we know that our Winter is

is around.

I am just  waiting for the winter to come...

 

I really miss my Smoky Mountians

 

Oh, Rocky Top almost hits the sky

as many birds start to fly south

 

It is not my home now.....

 

I am deep in the State of Florida watching

the Seas stir wild

Missing my Smoky

Mountain Sky

Loving the Ocean

But, Oh, Smoky Is my hearts desire!

~Linda Diane Wilkerson~

10-5-2003