The Valley high, the Valley low <br />Of loathesome histories past <br />I long to see and long to go <br />Where memory comes to pass <br />Big Black mounds of Deathly Black <br />And shallow Stones and Coal dust Slack <br />The dark chasm Green of slithering Grass <br />The shivering Sheep that dare not pass <br />The brooding Black of silhouette Trees <br />The Bone crushed Stones and shambled Leaves <br />This Valley high and Valley low <br />Has borne my Soul and helped me grow <br />And when i die, my Bones will cast <br />And become a part of Histories past.<br /><br />David Burton Richardson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-valley-15/
