Home in the Hills, -- back where my heart is Laughing with the wild wind, chasing with the leaves, Towering with the locusts tall and lithe and slender, Lying where the sunlight through the swaying shadows weaves. Home in the Hills, -- small and snug and cozy, Where there is only loftiness closing you around, -- Keep my heart there safely till I return again, Shelter it and love it, there where only peace is found. Home in the Hills, teach it from your grandeur Thoughts that grow in truth as these great trees once grew; Teach it to reach upwards toward the beauty of the stars, Toward the wisdom that was theirs when these old hills were new. Home in the Hills, teach it from your meekness The loveliness of simple things: firelight dreams at dusk, Comradeship of well-worn books, quiet talks with friends, Snow-crusted pines in moonlight, and April's wet-earth musk. Home in the Hills, I may come back some day Tired and disillusioned and a little bitterly, Hungry for your snuggling arms, your deep forgetfulness, -- I'd like a heart you reared and loved come out to welcome me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: 18. LOVES PROGRESS by JOHN DONNE SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: CARL HAMBLIN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO THE SOLITUDE OF FONTENAY by GUILLAUME AMFRYE A WINTER DAY by ALBERT LINDLEY BEANE S. BARTHOLOMEW by JOSEPH BEAUMONT ON A PICTURE by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA |