Beyond The Purple Hills

So lazily I sit in the sun without a care While the breeze blows through my flaxen hair Through the sun's glare I see the purple hills Although they are far off they give me chills I wonder what's beyond those purple hills Will what lay beyond at last be what fulfills This need in me to wander hither and yon I wonder as I put my thinking cap on How far off they seem to my blurry eyes How beautiful they look against azure skies Mountains they are though they look like hills If I could scale them I would get my thrills What's on the other side of the mountain? Could it possibly be the youthful fountain? Or could it just a field of wild flowers? If so I could sit in their midst and dream for hours The sun is setting . I must go home A home from which I never roam I may surprize you one of these days And start my old wandering ways. ©Copyright All Rights Reserved Lila May Guptill (AKA) Lunaria Jan 16, 2010