Hidden Hills

This land is flat
Like the place I was born
Home of the oranges
Not too much corn

These hills, they surprise me
Rising up from the earth
Illinois mountains
In the time of rebirth

Fellow travelers don’t mind
We go up and go down
Then the path takes a turn
I look all around

At once, I’m rewarded
Just ahead, I can see
The skyline of a city
Will soon surround me

By deepthinkerpoet

Bringing what I learned in Florida to the great state of Illinois as I continue my journey. After almost 30 years in Florida, I decided it was time for a change of scenery. I have always loved speaking about the big issues. My blog posts are a way to express my uninterrupted thoughts of the issue. I love science, math, technology, yet enjoy the challenge of free verse poetry and examining the world critically.

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