If only you could see the bear mountains that were once fair and full of trees.

If only you could see the creek that runs red or the river with the poison beneath its bed.

If only you could see into my eyes,

you  could see my forest as it dies.

  In Eastern Ky, the strip mining by coal mines is destroying

the beautiful landscaping blessed by God.

-Lisa Noe-

The lush mountains crowded with trees.  The tangled vines scattered about the clifts.  The dogwoods and redbuds blooming each spring, daffodils and lillys bursting with color.  Black gold within the hills, which sparkles like diamonds. Caverns running deep within the stone mountains, fresh spring water bubbling down the mountains and cascading over the rigid clifts.  Oh the beauty of it, in these old Kentucky hills.  At night the sound of nature makes it's mark, as lightening bugs dot about streaking sparks in the black night, the sounds of frogs croaking, owls screeching,crickets chirping and the howling of a dog through the night.  In the morning birds take over nature's sweet sound and a rooster's crow starts the day.  The sweet smell of honey suckle fills the air and the deer, the rabbit,the racoon, and the fox, the opossum, and ground hog are but a few inhabitants which scurry about the woods, content to be hidden by the ancient hills.

-Lisa Noe-