Walking Through Gatlinburg
Traveling to Gatlinburg, Tennessee
In Eastern Tennessee,
Is the town of Gatlinurg,
Where music is heard,
Deep in the mountains,
With the Little Pigeon River,
Flowing freely,
Life here slow and easy,
Fishing here,
Boating there,
Wake up,
To the fresh mountain air,
Gatlinburg is where its at,
The hills and mountains,
Never flat,
The Little Pigeon River flows,
Where it ends,
No one knows,
Sounds of music,
Fill the air,
We stop and stare,
At the city lights,
They shine,
Oh so bright,
The day turns to night,
When traveling to Tennessee,
Spread the word,
Stop on by,
Wonderful Gatlinburg.
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April Denise Stuart
I have been writing for awhile and love to share my writing with others. I enjoy writing about Virginia as well as miscellaneous topics.
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Comments (1)
Nice poem!