Never-Changing Hills

Never-Changing Hills All day I love to walk among these pines and smell the fragrance flowing from the trees. A carpet underneath holds twigs and vines; I could lie down and take a nap with ease. no phone interruptions no highway noise perfect peace and quiet swaddled by the breeze These mountains haven't changed since I was born, nor in my father's time, or so he said. I'll stalk these hills until my body quits; all day I love to walk among these pines. .- - - - - - - - - - This poem took second place in Contest #9 of the 2020 National Federation of State Poetry Societies Contests. The subject was 'the natural state' and required form was the dorsimbra. I had never heard of a dorsimbra before, so I had to look it up. It was invented by three poets who named it after themselves. Created by Eve Braden, Frieda Dorris and Robert Simonton, the Dorsimbra is a 12-line poem consisting of (1) a quatrain of iambic pentameter rhyming abab (2) a quatrain of 'short and snappy' free verse, and (3) a quatrain of blank verse (unrhymed iambic pentameter) . The final (12th) line is the same as the first line. The poem is published on page 32 of the book Encore: Prize Poems 2020