- Journey Down Troublesome
No thought I had as I set forthTo conquer or be kindThough both I knew as customs setDeep in the public mind.
Now if I knew nothing of all before,I knew not well what lay behind:Dimmed faith and hope perhaps,Charity old and blind.
But this I knew well:By any place my eye could see,By anything my mind could name,I should go quietly . . .
So quietly no bird need change its perchBecause of me,So quietly no squirrel need drop its nutOr turn its tree.
I was still seeker and roverDays without endIn spite of bare landscapeOr cold wind. [End Page 10]
And whatever it was I foundI should be and share,And no thing need alterBecause I journey there. [End Page 11]
Albert Stewart was the founder of the Appalachian Writers' Workshop and Appalachian Heritage magazine. He published two poetry collections, The Untoward Hills (1962) and The Holy Season (1984), and died in Knott County on April 1, 2001.