Hills Of Home

Riding old pete over the hills, finding Indian head pennies and arrow heads
In those pine covered hills of home.
The dog was baying away, and was found with three badgers cornered in a cave.
Papa didn’t like the looks of those critters, he blew away two, and one
got away. In those pine covered hills of home.
The sudden screeching and flapping of wings, when Guinea hens flew up
stopping a hawk, swooping for a meal from the chicken flock.
In those pine covered hills of home.
Rabbits feeding on the lawn, unafraid of my sister passing by.
Deer and their fawn, are sometimes seen, in those hills of home in Michigan.

by Georgia Decker

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