Appalachian Asshole

To the place that I call home,

To all the forests that I’ve known,

To the whispering of the trees and the knowledge in the breeze.

You have raised me up well, it’s time to go inside when I hear the bell.

For there are things in the night when the owls take flight.

This is when we rest, for in the day surely we did our best.

Blow out the candle my dear, we do not stir and remember we do not hear.

Now look closer.

Go on.. look closer..

Keep looking.

Take a closer look..

Oops! Not that close!

Okay now look just a little closer