We never drove to Harlan
Over the ridges and through the high land.
We never shared the dreams of Schubert’s Traumerei
Never enjoyed the Gehmütlichkeit of sweet Lorelei.
We never got to breathe a Londonderry Air
Berean Hills was the place where we first made a pair.
“A place on this earth that is dearer to me than
all of the cities of pleasure......
Your high hills and mountain always on my mind.....
And when I turn homeward; ....my heart breaks in song”. **
* from The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe
** from “The High Hills and Mountains”, a song by Jean Ritchie
- September 10,2008
I love this, Ben..and my heart breaks in a song..And thank yopu so much for this wonderful sharing Love and hugs, Meggie
This poem is a sheer beauty of feelings and expression. I liked it so much
Thanks for this piece.I liked it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Berean Hills was the place where we first made a pair. Rachel Ann Butler