The blue hills afar touching
Black and white clouds above
The green slopes nearby mild
Rolling down to the happy brook
Rushing like a restless child!
My childhood sits somewhere
There in a meditative mood
Under a green shady tree
My memories like angels holy
Flying about feisty and free!
How my heart longs sighing
In waking and in my dreams
For those hills and tea estate
Far from that singing brook
Who knows where flings our fate!
Xavier Bage
Wed, Oct 24, 2018
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