I
grew
up seeing
steeped
in lore
how
the
mountains
looked
before
in
penny
postcards
Stoddard's
pamphlets
stereopticons
of hamlets
where
the
rich
came
to be
cured
what
the
miner's
wife
endured
all
seemed
so two
dimensional
in
browns
and
grays
so
unconnected
to
the
present
where
I roamed
in
colors
pleasant
mountain
home
in
leaving
you
with
my misgivings
I've
found
those
picture
postcards
living