I gazed across the valley <br />at the mute, brown hills beyond, <br />dappled with dark, round, oaks, <br />that remind me of Africa's veld. <br /> <br />'What lies beyond you, hills? ' <br />I asked, trying to peer <br />with imagination's eye <br />beyond and beyond and beyond, <br />into the heart of the world. <br /> <br />But the mist of my small, measured mind, <br />the haze of my limited life <br />grabbed onto the hills as I peered, <br />and I could not see beyond.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/03new-beyond-the-hills/
