Wrote this song on 6-5-23, the twenty-first anniversary of my brother’s death. Miss him.
~ James Mitchell Scott 10/8/59 – 6/5/2002 ~
Gene Scott
Gene Scott grew up on an Illinois tenant farm where kitchen-table tales mixed magic with hog farms and strip mines. After 40 years in East Tennessee, he’s witnessed nature’s raw power—and its quiet grace to heal what’s broken.
