the hills turned to mountains
like waves on the ocean
stretching out to the horizon
lighted by the sun
valleys and farmland
deep flowing rivers
green and the reds and the yellows of fall
all of this reaching
deep in my spirit
memories of childhood and camp counselor years
all of us hoping that God is abiding
seeing the sun-set on old rolling hills.
Bobbie Giltz McGarey
@2007
traveling East by plane
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