George Lewis Walker
Echoes - Poem by George Lewis Walker
My father's hammer, when it strikes,
Wakes up the hills and plains;
A thousand times the hills cry out
As if they feel the pains. Every time that hammer strikes,
The hills wake up and cry;
And valleys deep, O how they weep
Until the echoes die.
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