SOME men have loved their women, but to me A lofty hill scarfed with shadow is enough. The sailors love the sound of water, rough As they are rough, and woodsmen love a tree. Always the sadness and the loneliness Of hills are near to me and I cannot walk But I must hear the drone of hill folks' talk; But I must feel the silence hills possess. Some men have loved the water; some their gold. Tramp talk and gipsy blood will ever flow. I am hill born and hill born never go. "Stay here with us," we say. "Have peace. Grow old." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESTIC SONG by DAVID IGNATOW CALLING DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MARTHA WASHINGTON by SIDNEY LANIER GARDEN WIRELESS by CARL SANDBURG ISN'T IT ROMANTIC by KAREN SWENSON SARAH'S MONSTERS by KAREN SWENSON |