BIG SANDY
by Willie Foster



We like to come back
to this place, dear to us all.
To meet with friends
both short and tall.

Dad, mom, uncle, aunt,
brother, sister and cousins
all meet once more.
To pay tribute to those
on the other shore.

Good times and bad times
we shared on these hills.
Oh how we struggled
our homes to build.

Life was not easy
as most of us recall!
But we wouldn't change a thing
we loved it all.

The Plowing of the field
Even the hoeing of the corn.
The weeds we fought. Why
we even loved the thorn.

We most all went away
to find the fast track.
But somehow, one day
we seem to drift back.
Our minds go back
to those gone on to rest.
Names we read,
the stones atest.

Barns, Bolinger, Cline, Derie,
Evans, Foster, Fowler,
Garrison, Gibson, Graham,
Howell, Martin, Phillips, Smith,
Tice, Yarbrough, Watson,
all landmarks of our mountain.

John and Lucy
Charley and Ollie
Marion and Easter
John and Alice.
Why' there's
Will and Mandy
These names are just a few
that keep us coming back to
BIG SANDY!!!

(c) Willie Foster
June, 1999

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