Blog 3622 – 10.3.2025
Visions Of My Youth
I grew up in Chattanooga, Tennessee in the shadow of Lookout Mountain and from my backyard I could see the Incline Railway cars making their way up and down the steepest railway in the world or so the advertisement read. I miss the tree-covered mountains and steep ridges that surrounded my home town on all sides, but especially this time of year when the trees of that enchanted place put on their party dresses and dance at the fall ball.
In South East Texas where I have lived far longer than I did in South East Tennessee, there are no mountains and no fall color, the leaves just turn brown and fall off the trees and usually not even that till after Thanksgiving or maybe even as late as Christmas.
The last ten or so years of my work life I spent mostly on the road doing contract inspection work for the oil and gas industry. Most of that in the north country where the trees put on quite a show of color. On one of those several month work assignments I was in Indiana and wrote a poem about trees. I hope you find it entertaining, enlightening, and encouraging.
Your friend and fellow traveler,
David James White
The Dance
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