Reflections Of The Smokies
Mollie's Butt 05/16/2010
 
    I would like to pass on this fantastic poem passed on to me from a friend and avid Smoky Mountain Hiker.  Enjoy!


Mollie’s Butt



In the far-off Smoky Mountains,

Where the black bear makes his home

There’s a crag called Charlie’s Bunion

And a peak called Clingman’s Dome

But the spot that takes my fancy

And it’s there I’d build my hut

Is a shapely little hillock

That is known as Mollie’s Butt.



There it stands in storm and sunshine

While the changing seasons pass

Named, no doubt in tender tribute,

To some pink-cheeked mountain lass.

There is found the ripest berry,

There is found the sweetest nut

And the setting sun grows crimson

As it kisses Mollie’s Butt.



You may scale the high Himalayas

Braving Everest’s icy scorn,

You make sink your iron pitons

In Mount Blanc or Matterhorn,

But when I go a-mountaineering

I’ll forsake that common rut,

For I’m heading for the Smokies

With my eyes on Mollie’s Butt.

Found in file Washington County Jonesboro Library, early spring 1970, author Paul Fisk(?)

Picture
Sand Myrtle On Mt. LeConte, 5/10