Some verse about the Ozarks   

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. 

Wes Franklin

The Ozarks 

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 

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