Hill-Born
 

    I SOMETIMES wonder if it's really true
    I ever knew
    Another life
    Than this unending strife
    With unseen enemies in lowland mud,
    And wonder if my blood
    Thrilled ever to the tune
    Of clean winds blowing through an April noon
    Mile after sunny mile
    On the green ridges of the Windy Gile.

        Wilfred Gibson