Hills

The hills are lush
with woods and meadows
silent but for cricket chirp
and songbirds singing
and nothing moves
but the wind
stirring stalks and feathers
and me walking the lane
through lush woods and meadows
stirring the echoes of cattle long gone
the cantilena of Italian voices
working their land
their dream of lush green
where now I walk
the hills
singing gently.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

33 thoughts on “Hills”

    1. Ha ha! What Kerfe said. I hadn’t thought of that, but when you point it out…
      The meteo told us we were in the centre of a storm warning zone yesterday, with gale force winds and hail storms. They got the day wrong for the wind, and somebody else got the storms. Nothing here.

      1. Hahaha. It’s the first thing I thought of. 😀
        And that’s funny about the forecast, but I’m glad you didn’t get the storms.

      2. No, too big a job. We’d need to have a joiner make window frames and then windows. They’re just square holes in the wall to let in light and a larger one to toss the hay through. Never intended to be windows.

    1. It’s still very iffy. We were in the middle of a storm warning yesterday but somehow managed to get two flashes of lightning, a distant rumble of thunder, a two minute shower and that was it. It’s lovely now, but it’s not supposed to be…

      1. I’m going to try and slip out without the dog noticing. If he wakes, he’ll want to come with me. We’ll get as far as the lane…and then he won’t.

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