Below East River
In the long ago journey to Bluefield
We would know our journey was ending
As we neared the East River Mountain tunnel
Going beneath the hills of Virginia
Opening into the mountains of West Virginia
Where we'd stop at the Blue Ridge station
To ride the little Red Ridge Runner train
Peering over the cliff to see grandmothers
Home on Cumberland road below
Impatiently taking the last switchbacks down
Into the town of Bluefield
To point out the familiar landmarks
St Luke's where two were born
The telephone station where another worked
Castlebury where another lived
Pulling up into the steep drive
Across from the dairy and the twins
Parking behind Monnies Black Buick
Beside Uncle Kermit's just introduced
Mustang
For he was a Ford salesman
And we'd look up upon hearing the
Ridge Runner high above us
It's whistle telling us
Another family had made it under
The East River Mountain
And too would soon be home
Looking up from their side of
Almost heaven.

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