The Holler



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mike_mezz Writer, historian and musician
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I was born out this holler..

The Holler

The Holler By: Mike Mezz (A Narrative Poem)

The Holler By: Mike Mezz (A holler is slang for hollow. It's a valley between two mountains.)

I was born out this holler A very long time ago Before they knocked down the timber And strip mined the coal

When you rose in the morning Before it was light To go down in that dark hole And come back up at night

I was born out this holler The only home I have known She holds me and keeps me From worry and woe

They took everything here And now they are gone But I'll die out this holler This place is my home

I was young out this holler But now I'm getting old And I knew every tree Every cool swimming hole

Until one night I lay down And I woke up to find That my childhood was over When I went down in the mine

There's a hole in that mountain And it's dark and it's deep And God only knows All the secrets it keeps

There's a chill in the air That only miners can feel They're ghosts in the tunnels That the company had sealed

I was born out this holler A very long time ago Before they knocked down the timber And strip-mined the coal

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