Echoes rebound from hilltop to hilltop
and roll down limestone outcrops,
telling the stories
of turbulent upheaval
and lives lived in long expanses of quiet decline.
Growing up as a child at the feet of these hills,
massive hardwoods dropped their seeds
deep into the crevices of my heart.
They crooned songs of comfort and solitude
and rocked me in their boughs
when life in town became too much to bear.
I long now for the new growth
of chestnut, maple, hickory and oak
growing tall and strong within,
that rend me
and bend me always toward home.