Rolling Hills

May 24, 2011
By E1T2S3 BRONZE, Waterloo, New York
E1T2S3 BRONZE, Waterloo, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"So, to their own unutterable torment, they go about among their fellow-creatures, looking pure as new-fallen snow; while their hearts are all speckled and spotted with the iniquity of which they cannot rid themselves." -Nathaniel Hawthorne

The hills go on and on forever more
Rolling, rolling into the sky at night
Stretching, stretching into the day sun light
They never end just like the frothing sea
However they are calm and unyielding
Deep rooted in my heart they are eternal
The symbol of my home and my comfort
Green and bright they go on and on loving me
They wrap their arms around me and hold tight
The love of my homeland and my past life
The hills are a reminder of me
They roll like my stomach does when leaving
Nestled between those hills is my heart
It is framed in lush green and cushions me

The author's comments:
This poem truly does have my heart.

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