Come Down From Your Hills
Come down
from your hills and see me
Remind me
when I was a girl
Tip my
kisses with honey
Bathe my feet
in your curls
Soft green
grass in showers of gold
Apple
blossoms swirl like snow
Echoless
laughter my hands on your face
Come down
from your hills and see me
Remind me
when I was a girl
I’m tired
of long wool skirts
Tired of
wobbly shoes
Tired of
being a stranger afraid to remember you
-from Rumours of Another Summer
c2011 by pd lyons
ISBN 9781463769284
versions of this poem published by the following:
Longford Ireland www.virtualwriter.net/
Scotland http://www.ospreyjournal.co.uk/
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