by Deana   Oct 11, 2012


Shenandoah, the morning revealed your splendor,
as the sun touched your dreams with light.
Awakened by Morning glories, on broken down fences
Black berries hidden from sight.

Shenandoah, I hear your song of childhood
. . . On a hill far away
Where the whippoorwills sing,
of a brighter day.

Shenandoah, where cows graze on hillsides
A valley of peaceful sleep
Children in their innocence
And willows softly weep

Home of my heart, Shenandoah
Winding streams and little girl dreams
Still linger in my mind
Always patiently waiting, the beauty I left behind


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  • 5 years ago

    by Chelsey

    I googled Shenandoah...I love reading about cities I've never heard of. They have a National Park..very interesting..

    This was beautiful De. I loved the innocence and somewhat playful tone this had while reminscing of your childhood place. Those places always leave marks on our hearts forever and it always intrigues me to read about where people grew up. :)

    • 5 years ago

      by Deana

      Thank you Chelsey, yes it is the Shenandoah Valley in Virginia. I just need to start writing again, Ive been in a rut! Thank you for your comment.

  • 5 years ago

    by Decayed

    That almost felt like a country song to me. Amazing :)

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