My thanks to Marcie Summers of Bristol for recording this poem for me.

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Our English hills like sentries stand,

Proud guardians of an ancient land.

Across their brows, God, ever wise,

Has draped the everchanging skies.

 

While in their valleys, gently laid,

There lie the things that Man has made.

Briefly come and quickly gone

To dust as English hills look on.

 

Long they've stood and long will last,

Mute witnesses to ages past,

Of other days and other men

Our English hills won't see again.

 

Look upon them...silent...still,

Yet listen closely and you will

Be sure to hear them softly say

"In time you go...in time we stay."

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