.

these hills
slowly turning from green to gold...
sweet smelling wind in their leaves.

these hills
have seen woodsmen, hunters... fishermen...
and most recently... frackers.

these hills
have been host to all sorts of wildlife...
deer, wolf, elk, mountain lion... and man.

these hills
have weathered all kinds of storms
earthly, celestial... political.

and these hills
will stand
long after I am gone.



---feeling a little small today... in the grande scheme of things. and rightly so.