Saturday, November 23, 2013


by Janet Loxley Lewis
From "Cold Hills" 
I have lived so long
On the cold hills alone ...
I loved the rock
And the lean pine trees,
Hated the life in the turfy meadow, 
Hated the heavy, sensuous bees.
I have lived so long
Under the high monotony of starry skies,
I am so cased about
With the clean wind and the cold nights, 
People will not let me in
To their warm gardens
Full of bees.