in the hills
across from me here in Bison Valley
there are beautiful thick trees
over the side of the wide hill
they are there on the hill top too
how pretty the tree tops there look
in the morning mist
the different leaves slowly becoming visible
in the slow golden sun
so sweet so calm so carefree
and straight across from me here
high up in the hill
the trees are widely spaced
their light grey trunks rise silently and gracefully
into the tree tops
now catching the sun’s light
below there is grass
on the floor of the hill
I am reminded of the Georgics
I think of Virgil
in his robe walking the hills
I think of paradise
and now the birds sing
they whistle and coo
they sweetly tweet
and one bird that
just flew past me
left me a line
what a sweet little verse
tee taa tee tee too
thank you I say
to life
as the sun now
burns bright golden
through the leaves of the trees
its rays blasting through
straight into my eyes
I close and then
feel the warmth.
Dominic Alapat 