Because you are

a kindred spirit–

come–and stand beside me

upon this familiar hill–where the wind sweeps upward from the valley–

and touches us with its cooling fragrance–


and rest for

awhile–and watch the brown grasses gently nodding–and hear the whispered music of the oak leaves–

here upon this hill–we

are close to the things eternal–you and I

close to the essential things–the things of

the spirit–the unseen things

here upon

this peaceful hill–the wind sings softly in the gathering dusk–listen–listen and let your troubled heart–

sing with the wind.

Winston Abbott

Published in: on July 21, 2010 at 10:38 am  Comments (3)  
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3 CommentsLeave a comment

  1. love the pictures and your poem as well..

    • i didn’t write it, it just says what I wish I could say.

  2. A beautiful set of lines…sing with the wind. Loved it, thanks for sharing 🙂

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