Ozarks Poems - Poems about Ozarks

Everybody keeps asking me, “Hey Jerry.” Are all the things you write about really true. ‘Cause they find it pretty hard to believe, I’ve done all of the things I say I do. If I really did all I said I have then by my calculations it appears That it would cost about ten million bucks and I would have to...

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My Valley Tucked away in the north-central part of the state, about ten miles or so from where the clear and slow-moving water of the Grand River mixes with the quickly rolling mud of the Missouri River. Was my isolated valley. A tiny insignificant place dotted with small farms and rolling pastureland of bluestem, switch, and...

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The sun raises up over the ridge The sky shines a multitude of colors Pink with a tinge of purple That only lasts for a few precious moments Some mornings the clouds Come down from the sky into the fields Allowing a walk in the mist Who knew it was possible to walk in the clouds The fields are filled...

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Our riverbank launch at dawn where dense forest chills the breeze, where cottonwood leaves flutter like wings, and weeping willow penumbras tease. Glistening, rippling turquoise water churns. Crystal swirling pools symphonic and aglow, elliptic aluminum crafts coast over craggy stones, riverbed scattered rocks gleam clearly below. Current River splits between sandbar silt. Our paddles sink through rivulet tug. Meandering, twisting, converging again, water sculpting limestone,...

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Caves and lakes, pine trees, apple orchards. Festivals to honor summer, spring, and fall. Arkansas has the hillbilly music I grew up on. Blue grass too. Grab a fiddle and join us! The roads are winding and hilly for this is the Ozarks. If you are visiting Arkansas, make it in the fall When the apples, pumpkins and gourds are...

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Growing up in the Ozarks, for brother, sister and me meant, for the most part, that we were totally free. We had freedom to explore, to roam about at will, there was no one to fear in those Arkansas hills. We searched for wild plums, grapes and berries, knowing Mother would make luscious jams and jellies. We listened for the owls...

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I love these Ozark hills, that lie amidst the rocks and hills. The sunshine and rain, and harves of grain and the call of the whipporwill, The beautiful trees that sway with the breeze, The neighbors are friendly and kind; There's much to be had, to make your heart glad; and bring you peace of mind. The beautiful rivers and lakes so blue, and wildwood...

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