The Hills

....of a far away place....

I think of the hills of old.

O' they barry me soul.

The tangled weave of the quilts

they never end.

But you can be sure what's built

will be around the bend.

The nature of this towne.

It's shown far and wide.

In a valley over seas.

You cannot glimpse the tide.

But what you get from the hills,

are a pleasant welcome abroad.

How charming country people are

when you travel abroad.

 

Then the plane you board at once

melding into your olde life.

Of coffee shops and beaters

and Gallagher's homeade pint.

 

Yet still your heart can miss

that little hill you stayed.

Where country people seemed royal

and in your heart they stayed.

Reviews

[Distant horizons]

excellent.96

[Dream Weaver]

Love this piece! beautifully written.
I enjoy a bit of Irish charm, which
to me puts this poem over the top.
Nicely done Lass...I truly enjoyed.

[Brandee D. Hack]

awe....yeah. we had a good time. :) thanks faelyn. i miss you!

[Tate Morgan]

Oh this is a sweet thing to say to Brandee I love it.By the way my mother and father are in southern ireland now and will be for a couple weeks .
Tate