MURRAY COUNTY POETRYPoems by Murray Poets and Poems About Murray County THE HILLS OF THE CONASAUGAby A. M. Sparks Over the mountains of Lebanon, Majestic the great cedars spread, And the cold high peaks of the northland Hold secrets of centuries dead. The avalanche hangs on the Alpine crags, And the Sierras look down on the sea, But the beautiful hills of the Conasauga, Are by far prettier to me. At morning they run to meet me, Tumbling over meadowlands and plain, Falling, then rolling, and then upward, They seem to scamper away again. Challenging me to chase them, They taunt me, turn and flee, The gay little hills of the Conasauga, Play ever a game with me. And when their sport is ended At night they come back to rest, Like tired lambs they nestle, Not far from the Conasauga's breast. Serene, and calm and peaceful, Crooning they seem to be, These quiet, lovely hills of the Conasauga Sing a song of God to me. Some men love the city's streets With their bustle, noise and strife, Some men go to the ends of the earth, Seeking what they call life. Some men wander the desert wastes While others sail the seven seas, But my dear little hills of the Conasauga, Let me ever abide with thee. Murray County Poetry
Murray County Poetry