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GREEN HILLS
by Paul Curtis In the lee of the mountains with snow on the ground Sits a quaint little village with hills all around No sign can be seen of the green grassy hills For they lay neath the snow in the wintery chill But the people are happy and get on with their lives All the brothers and sisters and husbands and wives For they know that soon the snow will turn to rain And then they will see their green hills again I am a fifty something family man with a passion for writing and I draw inspiration from those around me. paul.curtis1956 @ btinternet.com http://www.dreamagic.com/poetry/poetry.html http://www.peculiar-poetry.com/ Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |