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Freedom of the Hills, Poem by : Douglas Fraser – 1968

Slievenamon April 2014
Freedom On The foothills of Slievenamon, County Tipperary
Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

Freedom of the Hills

By: Douglas Fraser – 1968

Mine is the freedom of the tranquil hills
When vagrant breezes bend the sinewy grass,
While sunshine on the widespread landscape spills
And light as down the fleet cloud-shadowed pass.

Mine, still, that freedom when the storm-clouds race,
Cracking their whips against defiant crags
And mists swirl boiling up from inky space
To vanish on the instant, torn to rags.

Snow and mist in the Mountains 003.

When winter grips the mountains in a vice,
Silently stifling with its pall of snow,
Checking the streams, draping the rocks in ice,
Still to their mantled summits I would go.

Sun-drenched, I sense the message they impart;
Storm-lashed, I hear it sing through every vein;
Among the snows it whispers to my heart
“Here is your freedom. Taste – and come again.”

Slievenamon April 2014 2

3 responses

  1. The poem has a Romantic timelessness about it. The pictures are crisp and lovely.

    April 30, 2014 at 4:52 pm

  2. You blogs especially with poetry are so enjoyable

    May 1, 2014 at 11:23 am

  3. poppytump

    I can relate to the freedom of the Hills poem you have chosen here Nigel .
    Lovely uplifting view !

    May 1, 2014 at 1:00 pm

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