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'The Hills' - Kate Mills-Workman (Year 13)

Let me go to the hills

They stand so clear against the sky.

Let me run against the currents

Across the harbour,

The waves will scald my feet

The sun will burn my brow.

The hills are stern as sentinels.

Concrete heels crack

On the sunburnt road.

The hills ahead scrape the sky

Leaving cloudy grazes.

So let me go to the hills.

I will curl up

Under the totara

Amidst the skeleton leaves

That litter the floor.

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