The Hills of Hickory

I will ascend—go up, up into the hills of Hickory,

And find a home there, built before I was born;

I’ll have a football team there, and a library and a theater,

And share an office with a window

And there will be peace, lilting through leaves in easy breezes,

Falling silver in the dew to light on blades of grass;

Where lamps burn low, giving night a mellow glow

And morning rises as thermals under hawks’ wings.

I will climb and go up now into the soft knowledge of day;

I see leaves turning crisp with radiant colors galore

While I drive the mountain highway, or stroll leaf-strewn paths.

I see it in the deep soul’s core.

Thanks to ali for sharing this prompt!