Appalachian morning fog,
Sits heavy in the hollers,
The rooster crows on somebody's porch,
While the wood smoke smell hovers.
The coon hounds bay in distance,
Their prey has been treed,
The hunters gather in the kitchen,
For coffee and deeds.
Appalachian morning is,
Where the world moves slow,
Where neighbors help each other,
And nobody's alone.
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