Wild Mountain Rose…
There is a legend up on Mossy Ridge that children hear while listening to the old folk weaves their tales around their supper table at night –
Two gentle spirits walking the rutty
Mountain roads under the mystical Tennessee moonlight.
These stories begin many years ago about
An old Cherokee and a little girl
He called his Wild Mountain Rose –
First saw her drinking from a cool mountain
Stream all legs and dirty yellow hair abandoned
By her family so the stories go, but no one is
Sure, of that if the truth is told.
The first time the old Cherokee saw her she was
Sleeping under a bush folks call the Mountain Rose –
She was with him no matter where he would go.
Folks would say that without old Willie Youngblood
She would not have survived –
Knew that without her he himself would have died,
The years went by quickly and they both grew old,
Time had touched their hair with gray –
Could only dream about their younger days.
One cool spring morning Willie woke to find her gone
From his side, he sat for hours head hung low as he
He found her lying peaceful she had died there on a
Soft bed of leaves a mournful death chant was the only
Way the old Cherokee knew how to grieve.
Now if you know where to look it is in the Tennessee
Mountains where Willie Youngblood’s Wild Mountain
Rose can be found –
The damp rotting forest floor in a shallow grave up on
Mossy Ridge near the entrance of Chicopee Cave.
The following winter Old Willie died and they buried
Him next to his Wild Mountain Rose –
Say in the moonlight two ghostly spirits can be seen
Sitting on the banks of Chestnut Creek or floating along
The rutty mountain roads.
When the sun comes up, they disappear…
Or so the legend goes, but everyone on Mossy Ridge
Knows that it is Old Willie and that golden haired pup
He found those many years ago…
Wild Mountain Rose.
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