The Hills of Georgia
by Thomas Lynn
High in the hills of Georgia
Where cloud and forest dwell,
Over the cascade falling
Far as the eye can tell,
Lie the clefts and glades of home.
Shadows of the Chattahoochee
Where spirit voices call
Bring a longing to the heart
And a sigh at even fall
To native sons of Georgia.
Beyond the hills of Habersham,
Beyond the rolling plain,
Beyond where lilies line the way,
A boy comes home again
To the pine-clad hills of Georgia.
Home from a distant alien land,
A soldier rests in sleep;
Yearning to hear a whippoorwill
And climb the hills so steep-
He dreams once more of Georgia.
Thomas Lynn, essayist and humorist, was born during the Great Depression and is a retired Federal Agent. Nominated three times for the Pushcart Prize in Poetry, he is the author of Over The Transom: Confessions of a Wannabe Writer.
A member of SouthernHumorists.com, Authorsbydesign.com, and the Gulf Coast Writers Association, he is also a humor columnist for the Oxford So And So Magazine.
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