Thursday, May 18, 2017


No splendor of waterfall
no majesty of mountain
no mystery of gully
no secrets of a dark wood.
You do not take my breath away
stop my heart
sting me with beauty.
Modest landscape
you suit this life of mine.
Easy, slow rise
gentle decline
I would be a green hill
against a blue sky.

Bridget Harwell


Aileen said...

I've loved rolling down your green hill til I was dizzy, and then lying down and looking at the white clouds. I'm thinking of many others who have too.

Aileen said...

I saw the title again and love that you chose "Scape" and left off "Land". "Escape" and "scrape" are echoing in there for me, plus I just like it.

Bridget said...

Yes, I had that childhood experience...also as an adult at SHC.Stand out moments.