Hills / Hilda Conkling

Hills
[[File:Distant_hills_(6235010219).jpg|thumb|360px|Distant hills, photo by Superior Natural Forest. ''Courtesy Wikimedia Commons] The hills are going somewhere; They have been on the way a long time. They are like camels in a line But they move more slowly. Sometimes at sunset they carry silks, But most of the time silver birch trees, Heavy rocks, heavy trees, gold leaves On heavy branches till they are aching ... Birches like silver bars they can hardly lift With grass so thick about their feet to hinder ... They have not gone far In the time I've watched them ...