Where the Mountains Call- A Poem to Guide Your Move to Western North Carolina

Where the Mountains Call

Where the blue mist rises and rivers sing,
Where every sunrise feels like spring,
Western North Carolina calls your name,
With rolling hills and skies aflame.

From Asheville’s art to Brevard’s falls,
From cozy cafés to music halls,
Adventure waits on winding trails,
With whispering pines and starlit tales.

BBQ smoke and sweet iced tea,
Front porch laughter, life lived free.
Craft brews flow and banjos play,
Every moment here feels like a getaway.

The air is cleaner, the smiles are wide,
Neighbors wave from porches with pride.
Hike a mountain, sip some wine,
Watch your worries unwind in time.

So if your heart’s been feeling stuck,
If city streets have worn your luck,
Come find your peace where wild hearts roam—
Western North Carolina…
It just feels like home.