Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, HILLS, by SCOTTIE MCKENZIE FRASIER


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HILLS, by                    
First Line: My earliest memories are of hills
Last Line: Or else let me dream -- then die!
Subject(s): Mountains; Hills; Downs (great Britain)


My earliest memories are of hills,
With tall straight trees,
And large grey stones,
And winding rippling streams.
I love hills as men love women.
As the melody of old songs
Brings back the vision of youth and love,
So the blue smoke of cities
Brings back my hills.
You cannot understand
Why I do not love your lowland country
With its wide stretches of plains.
Ah! I am starved for beauty
In the midst of rich acres --
Let me go back to my hills
Where the trees
Like fingers of prophets
Point to God.
Let me go back to my hills
Where the fairies dance
With the fireflies near the rippling streams,
I played with them long ago.
You do not believe in fairies?
Ah! but I know.
Take me back to my hills
Where the giants come
From behind the rocks
With their packs of gold
And put it in one
Flaming stream into the western sky.
I can not live in your gray, monotonous country;
Take me back to my hills
Or else let me dream -- then die!





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