We never drove to Harlan <br />Over the ridges and through the high land. <br /> <br />We never shared the dreams of Schubert’s Traumerei <br />Never enjoyed the Gehmütlichkeit of sweet Lorelei. <br /> <br />We never got to breathe a Londonderry Air <br />Berean Hills was the place where we first made a pair. <br /> <br />“A place on this earth that is dearer to me than <br />all of the cities of pleasure...... <br />Your high hills and mountain always on my mind..... <br />And when I turn homeward; ....my heart breaks in song”. ** <br /> <br />* from The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe <br />** from “The High Hills and Mountains”, a song by Jean Ritchie <br /> <br /> - September 10,2008<br /><br />Ben Gieske<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-place-dearer-to-me/
