LEAVING THE BLUE RIDGE

"You-uns fixin' to leave?"
A mountain man asked at
Our garage sale. "Yep."
No details asked or
Offered. (Mountain
People don't pry.)
Icy morning in
February, moving
Van with car trailer
Behind. Temp sixteen
Degrees Fahrenheit.
Two people and
One cat. "Ever drive
A rig like this
Before? "Nope."
But mountain
People try.
Was never so glad
To see Georgia.
Two thousand miles
To go. Miss some
People, miss the
Music. Got to
Make some money.
And mountain people
Don't cry.

8/2/15