Echoes from the Valley

By Ernie Anderson

This book is a collection of poems over the years by Ernie Anderson and the times that they were written.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jul 18, 2021
• ISBN: 9781665532068

Ernie Anderson

Ernest L. Anderson (Ernie) grew up in a large family in the small village of Fairlea, West Virginia. After retirement from Local Union 666 of The International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers, he found that he had time to pursue his interest in writing. His first novel, The Release of the Albatross was published in 2002 and is available in bookstores everywhere. Another book published in 2003, Whispers from the Hills, he fulfills a long time goal to share his poetry with all who would read it.

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Published by AuthorHouse 07/16/2021

ISBN: 978-1-6655-3207-5 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-6655-3206-8 (e)

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This book is

dedicated to the US Military

for all of those who are now serving

and who have served in the past.

We salute you!

Contents

Ghost Town

The Tulip

To find your calling

Poor Dreamer

Unconditional Love

The paradox of Fire and water

The morning after

Memories

Abundant wealth

Tennessee Christmas

The Wings of the Wind

Soaring Spirit

Libby

Mother’s Love

Count the cost

Prisoner of Love

In Honor of Martha Stuart Oden

Do I want to fly?

Deep Water

Hope Realized

Play the hand you were dealt

If I were an octopus

The want of wings

Who are you?

Sailors we are

Timeless Beauty

Away with me to Scotland

Ultimate Love

What am I?

Morning

Who am I?

Hail to Covington High

Happy Fathers Day to Me

Come Boldly

The Dawn of Life

New Life

Dawn

Kindred Slave

Until

Loving you

The Beacon of your Love

The window of your soul

True Love

The Garden

My Prayer

Nothing left to lose or gain

The Horrors of War

The Effect of Music

Searching Eye

Trade In

Gone and yet here

Whispers from the Hills

Chance or Fate

Memories that won’t die

Regret

My trouble

I’ll love you in any season

Resurrected Slave

Madonna

The Dawn

Help another Rose to Bloom

The Mighty Oak

Unknown Soldier

I just came to dance

Away with me to Scotland

Sailors we are

Footprints

Grandmother’s Timeless Beauty

Music

Live Above It

If you try to hide, I will find you

Hope Realized

Hailey’s Comet

I can hear your love calling

The window of your soul

The Passion of the Poet

Love enough for tomorrow

The Birth

The Power of a Smile

Completed Book

The Ant

Thoughts of Spring

The Moon

Your Love

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Ghost Town

It was a sunny day in June and there in that sleepy town I found that there was no one else around. From the restaurant no odor filled the skis; neither did coal dust from the coal yard fill my eyes. What manner of town is this I implore, as I just then began to explore? Armed with my curious mind I muttered about, stopped short and elevated my ear, what is that I hear, was that a bang or a shout? Returning to my search I took a look therein that town in every cranny and in every nook. Though look I did, none could I find, an ointment or a salve of another kind that would calm my nerves and ease my mind.

What manner of town is this, when clearly there is something amiss? I’ve searched this town now high and low and no one has appeared neither above nor below. Down the road trod I to take yet another look, fully baffled now by no sound, continued I to look around to see if anything therein could be found in the depths of this empty town. A futile search I could plainly see, I’ll take my leave now from this town, but no ticket master there was around, though I was fully in agreement now with me. No train was there upon the absent track and though the bus stop was there, the bus it did lack. No cab was found there in that town, the city limits there within and whats more than that had probably never been a cab therein. I could forget