Old Inns

By C. David Hay © 1991

Issue: April, 1991

It stood in rustic splendor
On a ridge of mountain pine;
A tribute to the passing
Of something old and fine.

It was built of native timber
And served the traveler well.
Many a trip to the Smokies
Was blessed by the old Hotel.

Old Inns have a mystic voice
That beckons the mind to ease
Where the laughing waters tumble
And the blue mist veils the trees.

As the flowers bloom and fall,
Their fragrance lingers on -
Memories of the heart
Are never truly gone.

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