Back in 1988, my sweet Daddy, Gene, took me on a trip to North Carolina. I had always loved the mountains. Daddy had a dream of building a house near Cashiers. He took me to see the property he had bought. He and I walked the property. On the way home I wrote the poem Whispering Winds. Mike later put it to music. Daddy never got to live in the mountains. I, however did. I named our property, Whispering Winds, to honor my Daddy's dream. Daddy, I love you so much. Rest easy, you are always here with me.
Carolyn J Beasley
Saturday, March 31, 2018