Sugarloaf Mountainby Bill Allbright
East of Heber
Is a hill
With rocky top
(It is there still)
It's been out there
so long my pard
That all them rocks
and dirts' got hard
It's been out there
since I was smaller
It's the same
I'm rounder, taller
Rocks and Dirt
I wonder whether
They hold this
Heber Springs together
Beside the river
now full of trout
And barbless hooks
and stuff that out
Of boats at times
has fallen
In the Spring and
Summer pollen
Back to the hill
so solitary
Did anyone up there
ever marry?
Exchanging vows
upon the rock
While overhead
flies half of flock
Of Cattle Egrets
on the way
Enroute to pastures
for the day
For cattle herding
eating bugs
Giving little
birdie hugs
Then in the evening
they fly smilin'
To some Greers Ferry
roosting island
But back to Sugar Loaf
I wonder
When there's lightening
does it thunder?
Way on up there
in the clouds
Is it soft or
is it loud
It's place in Heber
is unique
Out near the end
of Sulfur Creek
The hill endures
we it ascend
The river flows
beyond the bend
Feet on the hill
Feet in the River
So cold you cannot
help but shiver
Sugar Loaf Mountain
you take the cake
One by the river
two in the lake
