When the hills call me home ~by Linda Willows
When the hills call me home
I roam, I roam…
Entering the green
I know home, this my nome.
Nature enters the breath of my Soul
Whispers beauty, weeps to extol.
Let all rise, come to pray…
Home, Home, faraway,
Belong, be Love, Be here to stay.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photography by Jody Miller