American mountain I have an understanding with the hills At evening when the slanted radiance falls Their hollows, and the great winds let them be, And they are quiet and look dowm on me.... Oh, then I see patience in their eyes.... Out of centuries that made them wise.... They lend me hoarded memory and I learn... Their thoughts of granite and their whims of fern, And why a dream of forest must endure... Though every tree be slain:and how pure.... Invisable beauty has a word so breif.... A flower can say it...or a shaken leaf.... But few may ever snare it in a song.... Though the quest for life is not to long.... When the blue hills grow tender,when they pull The twilight close with gesture beautiful.... And shawdows are their garments, and the air deepens and the wild verry is at prayer............. Their arms are strong around me; and I know.. That some how I shall follow when you go.... To the still land beyond the evening star..... Where everlasting valleys and hills are.... And silence may not hurt us any more.... And terror shall be past, and grief and war..♥
Posted on: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 03:52:03 +0000
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