Look to the Hills

Look to the hills,
A darkened mass at nights.
Tall, ghostly forms that rise,
Majestic in their heights.

Look to the hills,
With formations very strange.
Sweeping to the valley floor,
In a long continuous range.

Look to the hills,
Like a maiden subdued...and kissed.
Skirts, in a graceful swirl,
And blue in the distant mist.

Look to the hills,
Pinioned deep in pine.
Sheathed in a cast of green-brocades,
As cedars intertwine.

Look to the hills,
So far above her prairie-land.
Look to the hills, their winding length,
For they...like unto God...gives our strength.


E.P. 1908 - 1989