Andrew Z Hsu

Rookie (July 9th,19XX / Santa Barbara)

Golden Hills Of Red - Poem by Andrew Z Hsu

Deeply rooted in every valley
The faith of all men swelter
With the heat of red hills—
Oh the red hills,
Which what whose
Dripping with the
Interposition and
Glory of the Lord
Is made plain.
God Almighty is exclaimed—
God Almighty, God Almighty, we are
Red Hills,
Sweltering with the heat,
obstacles that are made clear,
In times of heat and
Sweltering with the heat of—
What will eventually be transformed
Into an oasis of—
Red hills.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 27, 2006

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