I need the hills

[timminsglen]

A little rant I wrote yesterday..... figured I'd share:


As I stare here at the harbour front into the thickening fog,
I see white........

.....What am I doing in this land
so easily conquered by man?
People here are detached from their human instinct
Attached to material things
as though their lives depended on them

I need the hills,
the rugged land to,
from time to time,
remind me of my insignificance
and susceptibility in this place

They tower around me intimidating
And, by times, overwhelming me
but in the same sense,
comforting
like a warm blanket
giving me the ability
to see the lay of the land
like a map spread before me
but also making me constantly ponder,
"what lies on the other side?"

Sure the ocean is vast
and sunsets breathtaking
but it's not where I come from
I would much rather a river
with fast flowing falls
and slow meandering estuaries
teaming with life
as they have been for hundreds of years
before the arrival of man

For some men are satisfied
and strive
to make their own existence in this world,
locating wherever the must
to make a living and prove themselves

My families been there too long
I believe the sweet smell of poplar in the valley
is needed to fill my lungs
and the ripple of the river runs in my veins
and there is simply no choice in the matter

Some may see it as a curse,
limiting my career
and taking away possibilities
however,
close-minded or not,
I see it as a blessing
for too few wonder through life
looking for their niche


.........wait now, I can see through the fog now, I must be going.
Until next time my friends
It shall be nice someday
Until then I must detach myself from this inside voice,
this dream,
I am sure you are detached as well
in order to carry on
So.....
Carry on
but don't Forget
I can't