The Hills ~ Bob Kesh

the trees blow trumpets

the hills ringing a harpsicord

clouds drum across the sky

voices sailing from the sea and rolling

off the road

piano keys coming up out of the grass

I must have died someday

and been put to rest

in these hills


A writer and musician from London currently studying at the Faber Academy. Generally nocturnal, he can be found indulging in all the pleasures and pains of the night.

Contact him at bobkesh @ hotmail . co .uk (with no spaces)

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