Everyone could use a little poetry in their life from time to time.
This wonderful poem about my native Ozarks by John Gould Fletcher (1886-1950) was first published in Poetry magazine in February 1940.
By John Gould Fletcher
These are the lonely Ozarks; fold on fold
The crumbling limestone, mossy, drips; it carries
The hidden stream between the twisted roots Of oak and hickory down; through the steep hollow Where nothing but shadow is and the dense weight