Morning Poetry: The Hills

by Rachel Field

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Sometimes I think the hills

That loom across the harbor

Lie there like sleeping dragons,

Crouched one above another,

With trees for tufts of fur

Growing all up and down

The ridges and humps of their backs,

And orange cliffs for claws

Dipped in the sea below.

Sometimes a wisp of smoke

Rises out of the hollows,

As if in their dragon sleep

They dreamed of strange old battles

What if the hills should stir

Some day and stretch themselves,

Shake off the clinging trees

And all the clustered houses?

Rachel Field (1894 - 1942) - author, poet, and playwright

For more information about this early American woman author, check out this short article by her biographer Robin Clifford Wood. And here is an extended article about Field that includes list of her major publications by Taylor Jasmine. Both of these articles are found within the website Literary Ladies Guide: Inspiration for Readers and Writers from Classic Women Authors. It's lovely.