Up the holler
There was the time when
the differences in worship
were pretty easy to define
A Sunday ride up the holler
We’d find the structures along
the narrow winding road
Culminating with the Methodists
high above the Primitives
by the trickling coal strewn creek
and in between the Presbyterian
and the baptist with a Pentecostal
for good measure
there weren’t any mega structures
obscuring the Mountain View
no third Baptist’s from the latest split
few of the latter day or Jehovah such
or the Saturday sabbath two or three
Pretty much what was along the way
was all we needed in the day.
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