Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Come Down From Your Hills from Rumours of Another Summer




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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