The Lost Mountaineers

The morning sun's entrance is at hand

It warms and shines every leaf it lands

An eager sparrow is fluttering down all a midst

His hungry fellows which of whom are too many to list

The dew drops glistening in the morning West Virginia mist

They drip down off their lofty perch to the ground to nourish the earth that births them

The hills reach endlessly towards the sky

Bathed in a cacophony of autumn colors too vivid for the even the most discerning of eyes

Their slopes though rocky, jagged, and steep

Mountaineers will easily navigate to the peeks

Who would have thought that such struggles had been wrought within their majesty's depths

Rocks of onyx black enticed man's greed

To fulfill the lust for countries growing needs

Machinery of cast iron wrought was bought

To extract a kings ransom from our mother

Numerous lives have been lost all for naught

To line the pockets of their daunted leaders

Widows tears will fill the rivers with their fears of their sons that were lost in the struggle

There is quiet now the winds are awakened

Make no mistake mother nature will take back what belongs to her.

Do you not hear her speak or are you still asleep to know the tone in which she renders.

"Man's greed can never succeed no matter the need to take what belongs to the mountains of West Virginia."