I think these hills will
haunt me in my sleep
steal in through the window
in mysterious shadows of
Purple Brown
Green and Black
rock upon rock upon rock
form beautiful
hills of history
gentle swells and
steep cliffs speak
of hard people
formed by this hard land
I wonder who lived
here in years past
and loved this place
as much as I do
wet wind swept grass
under moss coloured
ageless rock
calling me unrelentlessly
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