Hidden Hills


Away, if I could but go

And climb like days of old

The hidden hills, clinging

‘Mid the horizon’s lowest folds

Tell me when the greys will brighten

And ease recover haste

And sharper relief lay to rest

The years that went to waste

One thought on “Hidden Hills

  1. Wonderful poem – I always prefer places on the sides of hills to the summit as a destination of botany transects, plant observation, and note-taking. The turn of phrase is in tune with any foot that does not walk as well as that foot did on a younger body. Greetings to Ottawa from Donegal, Ireland.

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