‘Rumbling, Tumbling Hills’ from Volume 37

Take a moment to read a poem from Volume 37.


Tumbling Hills
For miles
Walking over stiles
No wall
Stands too tall
While walking
And talking
Over rumbling
Tumbling hills

Through trees
I fall on my knees
But not stopping me
Getting to thee

Over fields
Through valleys
Past waterfalls
Each step
A view
Of beauty
Lakes like mirrors
The hills
Silent and still
A moment
To reflect

Up hills
Or mighty mountains
My memories
Created here
Are my muse
Forever a muse.

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