![]() Rolling HillsA Poem by J. F. CharlestonThe wind rustles the trees the wind blows through the grass the wind reminds us of lost souls all here on these rolling hills
These hills once belonged to the Comanches they once were filled with buffalo they once were everything they still have something to show
Rolling hills, high and green made someone gaze in awe and treasure what they saw I'm sure someone knows what I mean
These hills once belonged to Spaniards who lost them to the Mexicans then who lost them to the Texans who then gave them to the Americans
Many armies fought and bled for these rolling hills some succeeded, some didn't some stayed while some fled
Rolling hills, low and high let many live and prosper but to others, let them die
These hills once were one now they stand in the way of cities and civilization that is already done
That hill over there was where we led the fight for our freedom but no one seems to care why the soldiers gave everything
This hill, green and high sure reminds me why why I love this place that no one else seems to
Spirits of the fallen fly with the wind a hand they wish to extend for us to hold on to and let us fly with them to never let us feel alone never to let us feel forgotten
These rolling hills, high and green where the sun rises and sets where the cowboy works and where a girl and horse come together forever
The wind rustles the trees the wind blows through the grass the wind reminds us of lost souls all here on these rolling hills... © 2013 J. F. CharlestonAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on June 23, 2013 Last Updated on June 24, 2013 Author![]() J. F. CharlestonTXAbout"Write from the brain and heart. Join them to create one great piece of writing." J.F. Charleston. more..Writing
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