The Barley House Stood

Caledonia Cascade,
stood where The Barley House stood, 
built of earthen stones and molded red clay
in tiny woods of streams near Tallulah Gorge 
and mountain memories I recall,
the stirring of my Brandi.

And like Vermouth and sins
of honeysuckle wine and kisses, 
beneath the waters tall
as sun sets' in Georgia 
on fields of scented pine combs, 
stood where The Barley House stood.