This is it Appalachia here I come

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

22.04.11 – 79) Day break and I’m on my way to a great American byway

Waterfalls said to be like fountains now I’m driving along the Blue Ridge Mountains

Opened in 1935 a vision for beauty to come alive

To enable people to go asunder to see first hand natures wonder

Looking down at what can be seen trees in the valleys all shades of green

Mountain tops above the mist to see like islands in a misty sea

Spring blossom on chestnut trees does grow pure white, known as summer snow

On other trees no sign looking stark but in time they’ll make their mark

From the valley below moving upwards it will grow

To the trees that now look dead a verdant green carpet will spread

Mist lifted now as I run Northwards enjoying the warm morning sun

Stopping to listen to the birds’ natural voice photographs I’m spoiled for choice

Take my time do it at my leisure enjoy the Parkways natural treasure

On this road made by man for hiker, cyclist, car, trailer and camper van

I thought for driving there’s nothing finer as I headed to Virginia from North Carolina

Seeing the morning dew at the roadside glint in the sun like diamonds or musket flint

Different coloured blossoms on the trees say Spring is here summer’s on its way

Then the fall when it is due vibrant colours in autumn hue

Then things get ready again to grow silently under winters snow

As the seasons slowly turn and once again nature will bring

The wonders of a Blue Ridge Mountain spring