Best Hills Poems

The Black Hills wept for Thee

East of the Black Hills of South Dakota, 
On the Pine Ridge Reservation,
Live a proud tribe of Oglala Lakota, 
Part of the Great Sioux Nation.

On saddled chargers rode half the Regiment,
of the Seventh Cavalry.
A tune they played on behalf of...

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Alluring elegance of Simla, the queen of hills,
Morning pleasant breeze, at night gives chills !

Snow clad mountains, silvery charming shine,
Tall Deodar trees , dense forest , also few Pine,

Aromatic flowers garnish nature's platter, vividly grow,
Rivers run smooth , at times exhibit a turbulent flow !

Soulful...

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upon blue grass hills
roan stallion grazed among mares
verdant and serene



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Although not for her contest,
my regards to Tania for her
inspiration.  Merci...

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This is about San Francisco,1967

Oh, yes that city had its own song!
It was a siren's call that sang;
"Here, Panagiota, is where you do belong!"
And my dearest poets, the sirens 
call was not wrong.

It sang a song of cable cars jingling softly 
in the night.
And angelic...

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I shall not waiver nor will I digress
from gazing at these lambent hills of green
where mounds of grass like cobblestones progress
from creek beds where the ash and alder preen,

their leaves like coins that shimmer in the sun,
up to the graceful summits round and lush,
that as...

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Wood Hills Creek

All is quaintly quiet on Wood Hills Creek
The day after Christmas a silence unique
No shaking hands or exchanging of smiles
Only symmetrical snow as it pleasantly piles

All is fractal frost on Wood Hills Creek
The air chilled and damp a barometer bleak
No warming of hands...

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Lavender Hills


Tenderly I sit
on green and lavender hills
watching what's new.


04/15/2018
Evelyn Knight...

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I long to walk the hills today
    among bare trees that dance and sway
    where leaves, now flightless, stories tell
    where damp and rotting, earthy smells
    enhance and echo what they say

I long...

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Stardust burning your eyes,
Colors you long to touch,
Lots of luck 
dreamin' your way out of this one,
you've run out of time;
Your covered in dust;
Touch the waves with your toe,
Feel the joyful breeze:
the joyful lack of direction
the total lack of frustration
and always the smell of the...

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The Chocolate Hills of Bohol

Ancient as creation, true natural wonders,
the Chocolate Hills of Bohol
teem with singularly exotic flora and fauna,
fanciful ferns and big-eyed tarsiers, peculiar primates.
Abundant rain wonderfully adorns them
with a mantle of verdant fashion;
while drought unveils their beautiful brown cloaks,
resembling giant delicious chocolate kisses,
or...

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mist rises across the mountain’s wrinkles
painting the hills in His silent embrace
rain, His blessing, gently falls in sprinkles
mist rises across the mountain's wrinkles
laughing, singing, glistening with twinkles
pausing to pray for His abiding grace
mist rises across the mountain's wrinkles
painting the hills in His silent embrace
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Reflections of God
I feel God’s presence when walking o'er hills
In nodding heads of golden daffodils
In fields of green and crystal waterfalls
In trees standing proud, statuesque and tall.

I hear God in vibrant sounds of the woods
In murmurs of the breeze and babbling brooks
I find Him in...

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Dear All


Hot today. Hired a car. Took to hills. Travelled far.

Narrow road. Never ends. Sweat on wheel. Hairpin bends.

Glanced at temp. Glanced at fuel. Aircon found. Turned to cool.

Island sun. Not like ours. Single track. Other cars.

Parked at top. Lovely sight. Valleys. Vineyards. Left and...

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Mornings, light and smiling
Coffee brewing, black
Meat frying in a cast iron skillet
Grease, flour and milk, stirred together
Gravy poured over steaming biscuits
Granny’s breakfast – typically
Grown to life from a wood cookstove

Noon, gentle sunshine
Picking cornfield beans, breaking
The beans and then washing them
Placing them into a vessel, a...

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Every morning at close to four
She made the coffee, percolated
Poured it into cups with saucers
And they each would have a cup
Pouring the potent black liquid
Into the saucers before drinking
The cooling solution from them

This was only one more glimpse
Into the heart of Appalachian living
A day by...

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