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Merriam-Webster defines “Zephyrs,” as the plural for gentle breezes of wind that normally come from the west. To me, the direction never mattered.

Ronnie Ray Jenkins spent his youth in a coal company town nestled in the Allegheny Mountains of Pennsylvania. These rugged hills surrounded 14 company houses that made up a place called Clear Creek. It was in these hills where the zephyrs carried upon their wings, the happy voices of youth, the common sense of the people, and touched the writing soul of Ronnie. Today, the winds carry only memories.

Author’s Note

Sadly, Clear Creek is gone, sold to the highest bidder, and bulldozed away, and they didn’t have the courtesy to erect a tombstone when they killed it. The least I can do is keep it alive by painting life in Appalachia with words. Hell, who knows, I might just buy Clear Creek a tombstone one day, and erect it in the middle of what’s left…a field of nothingness. Rest in Peace.

Ronnie Ray Jenkins
June 29, 2007
Somewhere in British Columbia, Canada.