steve a. manolis poet

Even In Hills

even in hills, were once the mountains

and the valleys, the seas

and the mighty redwoods, the seeds of long ago

and in my father's grave, a boy long ago

innocence gives in to the restless, and then we are back again

peace resides on tepid waters, and I to dust

for the children of tomorrow to morn, not for long of me

for my final thoughts should disappear but for naught I pray.