Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, AMONG THE HILLS, by W. B. HAUGHT


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AMONG THE HILLS, by                    
First Line: Who would not live among the hills
Last Line: A picture by the master artist -- god?
Subject(s): Mountains; Hills; Downs (great Britain)


Who would not live among the hills
When sunrise fills
The morning hours
With song of birds and scent of blowing flowers:
When Nature's herald blows the matin horn
To drowsy morn
And in the fen
The chirping cricket rasps his call again?

Who would not live among the towering hills
When sunshine spills
Its radiant glow
On verdant pines and nodding flowers below;
And fatted kine are sleeping in the glade
Beneath the shade
Of maple trees
That nod and rustle in the gentle breeze?

Who would not live among the towering hills
When sunset stills
The hum of bees
And birds are homing to their nesting trees;
While in the quiet of the stilly eve
The shadows weave
Across the sod
A picture by the master artist -- God?





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