I stand above the hills

Inspiration

I stand above the hills, rolling hills

The breeze, so gentle, the sun so warm

Rolling hills venture uninhabitable

To anyone but a walker

There was a breeze that flowed, filling the air

With scented perfume from the flowing air

With each breeze lapping at my body

One by one I could feel the flair of trees

Individually scented

 

Beyond the horizon my imagination roared

I felt I knew each blade of grass personally

I could name each tree personally

I could reach the clouds

To share this with the ones you love

To know the birds that fly above the clouds

To see a bird tumble from the clouds

And land on my shoulder captured my soul

My bird saw my secrets, and lifted them away

Releasing your innermost thoughts from you soul

Stormy clouds were brewing in the distance

Freely I spirited the bird away, carrying my thoughts

That I had held for so long, I held my breath

 

Breathing gently, my body filled with peace

Comfort and warmth, I filled my heart with peace

I began to walk and hurry, I could feel a breeze hastening

I grabbed a blade of grass, the breeze grabbed it from my hand

Just as quickly I walked down the hill

I watched the breeze carry my blade of grass away

The stormy clouds passed by the sky was blue again

My time of dreams and romancing amongst the hills

I would venture home, leaving part of me on top of a hill

In the middle of nowhere. 

The lonely bird that carry my secrets away

Only the bird and I know me deepest thoughts

Reviews

[Laura Lynn]

It sounds Irish, I like this poem, I hope many people can relate to it, though one feels it quite personal and intimate the way it is here, the blade of grass, the bird the clouds, the breeze, all elements of the setting become quite personal and to the self of the person

[B.J]

you are so right...:) Must be a bit of the irish ancestry in me...But it was quite personal write

[jacob erin-cilberto]

places in nature we can only walk to....

no cars, no bikes...nothing but us and the land..

i like this poem because it reminds me of walking through the pastures of cows in Vermont when i was a kid...unforgettable days...sort of like those unforgettable hugs. if i could i would have hugged those days to keep them close, but they still are in my mind and heart.

[B.J]

The memories we hang onto deep within our personal soul.