Margie Ogle

Gatlinburg, TN, USA

Margie has been writing poetry for several years. She and her husband own and operate the Ski View Motel. Local newspapers and several church bulletins have published her poetry. In addition to writing poetry, Margie sings in her church choir, performs as a soloist, and creates paintings. Crafts, sewing, and horticulture are among her many talents. She was born and raised in Sevier County, TN. Margie has raised three children and has four grandchildren. Friends and family consider Margie Ogle a genuine Mountain Woman!

Let The World Go By

To walk along some country road -
And lift my face up to the sky;
To bask beneath the noonday sun
And let the world go by.
To wander through the fields of green -
Just watching as the clouds float by
And gaze into those distant hills
And let the world go by.
To stand in silence in the woods
And lift my eyes to mountains high;
I thank God for the "Little Things"
As the rest of the world goes by.
The treasures that my heart has found -
As birds silhouette across the sky;
To Thee, Lord, I give adoration and praise -
As I let the world go by!

My Valentine

What special thing could I say to you
to show you how I care
What special gift could I bring to you
to prove my love sincere
What kind of devotion or tender told thoughts
Would give you moments of delight
What hopes and dreams of happiness
would unite the words that I write
What special flower could I send to you
what treasures from afar
With eyes that bare my heart to you
I can show you - how loved you are!

These Mountains

A vast wilderness of forest and streams
With life full and wild
The hum of the wind blowing through the trees
Gives essence for a smile
These mountains have a beauty and quiet in their forest
But motion and spirit still sings
Proud old trees-laden with years
Years enclosed by circling rings
The awesome power of the opening flower
And in the blue haze of the mountain peaks
Where the earth is thawed and warmed by the sun
And the voice of nature speaks
The crooked little streams where waters gently flow
And a far-a-way whippoorwill calls
Sometimes the snow and icicles form on the bubbling
water falls
The animals have fear - like the bear and the deer-
And green things grow in the mist of the rain
The sun retires when each day is done -
As the darkness and shadows remain
These mountains gladdens and intrigues the heart
Magnificent in the joy they are giving
They hold the secrets of their dead
And promise a future for their living.