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Black Star We All Remember

By

Billy Joe Terrell

 

Memories of Home

 

Up Pucketts Creek about nine miles

I have seen many smiles

It really isnít very far

To a place called Black Star

 

Nestled in a valley between three mountains of green

They were beautiful sights to be seen

Those joyful places where I have trod

Were so wonderfully made by God

 

When I cross Ball Diamond Hill

My eyes begin to fill

With sights of my boyhood long ago

The football field, the Holinees church, and the creek

That I watched flow

 

Next I see the school where I started learning

And I remember many a backside burning

The houses were in rows side by side

And that valley wasnít very wide

 

The railroad and creek beside the road

Led to the commissary where I carried many grocery load

The restaurant, the doctorís office, and the Baptist church

And I remember the birds in the trees singing from their perch

 

Some lived in hollows with a picturesque name

From Little Field, Sawmill, and Beartree they came

School House Hollow was a place I often went

Many a hot day in the swimming hole was spent

 

Time stops for no one they say

And we canít call back yesterday

But memories of home will not pass away

Fixed firmly in the mind they stay

 

And we canít call back yesterday

But memories of home will not pass away

Fixed firmly in the mind they stay

Now one final word I leave with you

 

Remember God walked in that valley too

He healed bodies and saved many a soul

And a home in Heaven became our goal