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Pine Mountain Settlement School
Series <\/span>17: PMSS Publications – <\/span>CALENDARS
PMSS Calendar 1947<\/span><\/header>\n
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PMSS Calendar 1947<\/h2>\n
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TAGS: PMSS calendar 1947, artwork by Abbie Winch Christensen, mountain laurel, poem by Ruth E. Campbell<\/p>\n

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Abbie Winch Christensen painting of mountain rhododendron in bloom, 1947. [1947_calendar_005.jpg]<\/p><\/div>\n

From “Mountain Tributary”<\/strong>
By Ruth E. Campbell<\/p>\n

What kind of men are these from the hills
Who are part of the river of men?
We can look into their eyes and go back,
Up the\u00a0Potomac\u00a0and Mississippi
The Ohio\u00a0and Tennessee\u00a0and Cumberland,
To the heads of the\u00a0hollows,
To the creeks which\u00a0 run between\u00a0boulders
(Quiet in the fall as the leaves that drift
Down the rivers to the seas which circle us all).<\/span><\/p>\n

. . .\u00a0 some of the strong were\u00a0left,
And the weak, as the tide moved on:
Those who found\u00a0 water and land beside it,
And those who needed the shelter of hills —
Shelter from winds and the wide loneliness\u00a0of plains.<\/p>\n

(We are all as\u00a0lonely as a mountain hollow.
The sounds that\u00a0 come to us float\u00a0 and die
Apart from all other sounds,
Each hollow apart,
And the silence remains for unbroken days,
We listen and follow
An echo of sound that will lead\u00a0 to the open space
Of another heart.
But the hills are forever closing us round,)<\/p>\n

They know\u00a0the sky
Beyond the hills their frame\u00a0 of reference
For it has been their peace
As they pushed their wold of the plow
The broken plow\u00a0and the broken land,
To the edge of the ridge.
And they carry to the sky
Their intimate knowledge of the earth,
Of the dark veins under the soil,
For they have lived in the day after\u00a0day,
Transmuting the coal to bread.<\/p>\n

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And yet the way they sing
Is sometimes\u00a0like the way
Higher on the hill
Spring breaks from day to day
Or light climbs up the gray,
Pointing it with color till
One can with sureness say
The color makes a spring.<\/p>\n

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The painting by Abbie Winch Christensen<\/a><\/strong> was used again in the 1955\u00a0PMSS Calendar<\/strong><\/a>, but the poem by Ruth E. Campbell was replaced by a familiar mountain song, “The Riddle Song.”<\/em><\/p>\n

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GALLERY: PMSS Calendar 1947<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\t\t