Eight-line Poems

Valley of a Thousand Hills

Valley of a Thousand Hills

I know of a place where the rounded, rolling hills go on forever.
Grassed in lush greens and treeless, it’s a dreaming vision
of sweet zephyrs and sunlight on the slopes of another Eden,
speaking of long afternoons drowsing in the peaceful meadow
cast like a sheet over the billowing waves of somnolent earth.
There, where the landscape fades from green to faintest blue
and the hawk cries distantly from the uttermost heights of air,
there, the memory stands ever ready to soothe my troubled soul.


Line Count: 8
Free Verse
For Express It In Eight, March 02 2021
Prompt: Hillside.