This poem by Carrie Crompton was first published in the Fall 1978 Dulcimer Players News.
We gather into the silence, the green-ness of the hills.
The trees resonate with dulcimers that were lately trees.
The fire of wood and sound purifies the heart.
All the length of Hen Wallow Falls
gravity flows, purifies, condenses feeling into song
and the vapor-note rises.
Notes fragile, tender, and strong
as the laurel bush Dulcimer tones ring in her bell-shaped corolla.