This is for angellynn's contest. The pictuture is here: http://www.booksie.com/poetry/miscellaneous/angellynn/another-unique-contest-getting-even
The Antient Hills
Go inside the ancient hill
That would be my way.
Old sentinels standing since earth formed.
I saw a thousand years go past,
Then more and more and more..
Then plants formed and grew
On my tall bare brown sides
And creatures tramped
Most not know by those who did not see,
See those times when all the hills:
We spoke and others listened.
The ancient beast they spoke to us
They spoke and we spoke back.
We sheltered them inside our caves
And they feared not the Dark.
For Dark would tell us of the things
Which only it could see.
And Wind and Rain and Wave and River
Told us all they knew.
And many others, Thought and Beauty
Others like the Sun
Real, not just fake-
Only a pale copy
Now remains of them, my ancient friends,
but that is not my tale.
Then came to life from our deep caves
From ours and by our will:
The hills allowed the life to come
Into those furred and feathered.
But they were different:
For if we spoke they understood but dimly.
Our speech to them was just a whisper,
And then we knew our time was past.
We knew that soon,
The earth would spit it's fire.
We longed to shield our firstborn,
The first brood of the earth.
We could, for none were stronger than the hills.
But treacherous one, Volcano,
Allowed the fire out.
We had sheltered just a few,
No time to save the rest.
Those with fur and feather,
They were spared.
But now none,
None, save those we hid, can understand
The language of the hills:
Now worm has tunnel in our sides
But ask us he did not,
Now bats are sheltering in our caves
And speak to us they can't,
Now eagle nests amid our peaks
Despite not asking, in our tongue
The blessing of the hills.
I actualy wrote most of this last year in 5th grade, but I editd it a bit now. The presrspective shifts from mine to the hill's.