by Barbara Miles Jackson
How can it be, when did it happen,
That the area is hill tops and valleys.
See the sky light from one hill top to the next,
Hill and valleys, hill and valleys,
Must like life.
How can it be, when did it happen,
Valley must like the depressions of life.
Like troubles that flow on life's lows,
Low lands flowing between mountain hills.
Valley's like the gutter of life.
Hill and valleys, hill and valleys --
Sloping down,
Vault -- go half way up the mountain;
Water, walk, praise and keep.
Hills and valleys, hills and valleys,
Remain steadfast ye faithful.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Barbara B-Miles Jackson, born in 1948, grew up in Texas, studied poetry as a student in school. The poetry of other poets inspired me to go forward, changing myself when I could not change my situation. I one child and two grandchildren., Later needing a way of expression and focus, I turned to writing poems. Writing reminds me, we must travel through life situations with as much grace and dignity as possible., I started writing in 1995 for an Open Poetry Contest with National and International Library of Poetry. Most In the US and other in Europe.
Last updated April 24, 2015