Beyond The Next Hill Poem by Bill Simmons

Up and over beyond the next hill
Where the wind lays quiet and still
Where the oak align the streams
And heard too the call of the whippoorwill

Where the stars at night seem so brilliant and bright
And the moon seems so much to have grown
All that I am as I hear robins sing
Remind me of you and I at home

For all of the beauty I have seen in this place
All wrapped up in you is God's grace
For thou are the beauty of what love is truly
And I wouldn't have it any other way

Beyond the hill and up over the thrills
Is the beauty some eyes have never seen
And for all the eyes of the human race
Is a gift, a woman, God's grace

Where the oak align the streams
Where flowers lay path's to honey bees
Where beneath stars is too you and I
And the answer to the dreams man keeps.