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Up In The Hills ©

Anne Dickson
Irvine, Scotland

I see a mist up on the hills.
I want to be there, what a thrill.
To look down from the height above,
and look down on the place I love.

To see the greenery of the land,
and little villages looking grand.
You see the animals grazing there.
No other sight can compare.

The mist it lifts up off the hills.
The sky so blue and clouds are still,
not even a breeze to move them on.
So white and fluffy, you would sit upon.

I love the sights you see from here.
It's worth the climb to see mist clear.
And see the beautiful sights below.
That's why I know I should always go

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