Smoky Mountain Magic
Blue-gray haze on mountaintops
Casts a spell upon our senses
Green valleys filled with wildflowers
Charm us with their beauty
Towering trees overlooking well-worn trails
Lure us deeper into the forest
Mushrooms growing among moss-covered logs
Awaken an enchanted fairy land
Wildlife chittering, skittering, hiding, and calling
Conjures dreams of fantastic beasts
A day spent walking through the Smokies
Summons the ghosts of ages long past
Casts a spell upon our senses
Green valleys filled with wildflowers
Charm us with their beauty
Towering trees overlooking well-worn trails
Lure us deeper into the forest
Mushrooms growing among moss-covered logs
Awaken an enchanted fairy land
Wildlife chittering, skittering, hiding, and calling
Conjures dreams of fantastic beasts
A day spent walking through the Smokies
Summons the ghosts of ages long past
This poem is copyright (©) Theresa Gaughan 2023
About the Writer
Theresa Gaughan
Theresa is a third-grade teacher living in Knoxville, Tennessee. She is an avid reader and has a very extensive collection of children's books. The first poem she ever shared with others was written in fourth-grade. It was titled, I Have to Pay Attention. Her teacher asked her to make it into a poster that she later displayed in the hallway. Ms. Gaughan has no memory of the lesson that she missed while writing the poem.
