'The Mountains Hold A Secret' Poem by Linda Winchell

'The Mountains Hold A Secret'

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Poor is poor I have always thought
When I would view those living on the streets.
But I was never so moved while I watched
The ravage of mountain histories poorness repeat.

Never knew our mountains with all their beauty of green
Held such deep dark pain-filled secrets inside.
Of people living in some of the worst conditions
That these Appalachia mountains seemed to hide.

Coal mining their only family legacy and life's provision
Faith of God to pull them daily through.
Children in such ill of health
With little food, smokes and teeth rotting
From a drink called 'Mt. Dew.'

Threatening, 'Black lung', is never mentioned
Though they know that this is part of this mountain life.
Husbands go miles below the earth to mine
To provide a home for their children and a wife.

I look at poorness differently now
Than maybe once I did before.
I thank God that I'm called a, ' Middle Class American'
And not among the poorest
Of our America's Appalachia's mountain poor.

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