Untitled Far away now is the green hill, gone are the marching feet that pounded the earth in strict cadance, Still is the air yet the silence screams in war torn anguish. Further yet is the green hill, gone are the lusty songs of homelands left and battles won, Still are the guns yet the soldier screams in war torn anguish. I am the green hill, so far from the thoughts of men that fought and died for liberty, Still are the memories,as another generation screams, in war torn anguish. William Calderwood Wallace Copyright �2001 William Wallace |