The Hills abide

Poem in Wordsworthian sestets

 

 

 

The hills abide

 

The everlasting hills their secrets keep

 concealed in paces where men rarely tread.

Lie mouldering bones of men who are long dead

What caused their death nobody knows or cares.

In quietude and solitary they sleep.

Their skeletons defy the passing years.

 

The peaceful hills have seen men come and go.

Some few remain but most are passing through

In search of land to settle. Somewhere new.

Where they can raise their crops and live in peace

in the more fertile bottom lands below.

Protected from the winds that never cease.

 

 Across the ancient hills which can endure

as they have done for passing centuries

The heat of summer and the winter’s freeze.

The hardy breed of men who chose to stay.

 Were slow and steady men but very sure

they could and would survive in their own way.

 

The half wild sheep which graze these ancient hills.

Know much more than their shepherds know

of secret trails that wander to and fro.

Across the vast expanse beneath the sky

 from sheltered sheepfolds to the flowing rills.

The sheep accept and do not wonder why.

 

11-Jun-08

 

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Wordsworth Sestet

Iambic pentameter rhyme pattern A

B

B

C

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Reviews

[D. Nelson]

amazingly worded, a vivid discription of a place that could exist both in reality and in your mind

[Treasaigh (The Solitar..]

The half wild sheep which graze these ancient hills.
Know much more than their shepherds know
of secret trails that wander to and fro.
Across the vast expanse beneath the sky
from sheltered sheepfolds to the flowing rills.
The sheep accept and do not wonder why.

I love thses lines=) Very intense and thought provoking. Grand imagery! Marvelous write!=)

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Nicely done.