The Great Hill Arose

The Great Hill Arose

 

The great hill arose,

To hide the horizon shown.

To separate humankind

From the truly unknown.

 

But what is on the other side?

If I travel yonder,

What do I hope to find?

You’ll no longer have to ponder,

The truly unknown.

 

As is long gone the days of the Wenatchee

from whom and where this poem

has been made homegrown.

And look how you have grown.

Reminisce on better days,

When the sun so brightly shone,

Reminding you that nature is more,

Than just a blessed home.

 

And if you hold within you…

…the fear of loss…

…the loss of laugh…

…the loss of breath…

…the loss of love…

…the fear of debt…

…the loss of life…

…or the fear of death.

You are not alone.

 

Author's Note

My first poem. Please be brutal so I may glimpse into the pain of Hemingway and Dickenson alike.