All the Signs are Pointing Back Home
There’s a place I can go
To where the people are real
Where the mountains run wild
And the lake water still
Where you’re free to be you
And you’re free just to feel
I’m going back
To my Tennessee
The great Smokey mountain streams, this is the view you would be looking at from your cabin in Pigeon Forge.
A cabin in Pigeon Forge
Tennessee; the land of the Indian Cherokees
Knoxville, Tennessee worlds fair SunSphere
The Grand Ole Opry Museum, Nashville, TN
The Ultimate 
Mar 21, 2005 @ 08:20:00
Looks like a very beautiful place..
Who knows ruby one day you might visit it again and re-live all the memories.
meanwhile, you might write your own poet about it like the one in the orevious post- this is what you do best 😉
have a great day,
Mar 21, 2005 @ 11:48:00
Let me guess you studied at Vanderbilt Univ. ?
Mar 21, 2005 @ 13:44:00
UzF
I do visit once and a while, but it is just not the same anymore, one day you will understand what I mean. And thanks for the compliment dear 🙂
Wardat_il’7leej
Nope, you would have a better guess if you go back to my previous post 😉
Mar 21, 2005 @ 13:50:00
Ruby, I am addicted to bluegrass music and banjo’s, are you as well?
Mar 21, 2005 @ 14:02:00
I can’t say I’m addicted, but I have a special mood for Black Banjo.