Drum Hill

Memories that fill my soul
With a gladness light as air
Come rushing back to warm my heart
And leave me longing for there

The lush green of summer grass
It’s smell when freshly mowed
Brilliant hues of yellow and red
Leaving the trees a glow

But it was not these physical affects
That made the mountain home
It was the family known as Drum
That gave the place it’s charm

The matriarch was Mildred
Man but she was tough
She’d give it to you straight
With her there was no fluff

She raised eight strong children
And grandkids galore
For years the night would find us
All on her front porch

We all had our opinions
And didn’t always agree
But if any outsider doubted
They dealt with the family

Heartache was no stranger
It found us often enough
But loyalty and faith held fast
When times got rough

As years passed we’ve separated
Moved off the mountaintop
Some just down the hill
Others across the map

Tough as she might be
Mildred’s left us too
Made her way to heaven
With Mary, Kate, Marcia and Sue

Nine are now four
And the town’s not quite the same
But you can still feel their spirit
At the mention of their names

You ask anybody in Ashland
They’ll tell you that it’s true
If they had a choice
They’d be a Drum too