Tuesday, October 6, 2009
'River Hills-Niobrara'--- a poem
The hills stretch out to the far beyond,
Rolling in gentle slopes to the valleys,
Which melt into one great panorama of space.
The scope of sky and range of land
Sweeps on and on,
Extending as far as the eye can see,
Meeting in a distant gossamer blue horizon.
In this quiet land, this open land
Not so long ago
The Indian knew the freedom on the hills,
The same vast openness still prevails.
In this big land
Space is the gratuity to the soul.
Copyright 2009 Jerrie Kilgore