Blue Hills Beckon Poem by William Barton
Blue Hills Beckon
Through the gate
And over the stile
Curlews calling,
Lapwings tumble.
Songs of skylarks
Melt and mingle;
Swifts and swallows -
Flick of an eye.
Stone walls glistening
climb the hill-side
binding fields
with ropes of stone.
In the sunlight
bracken burning,
streams cascading,
Blue hills beckon.
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