By Alena Thalput

Home in the hills

Where farms stretch out into the horizons Cowbells are always ringing,

Sending waves of calm

Down the train tracks That wrap along the countryside.

Mountains stretch over the clouds

Small towns rise in the valleys

Smelling like sweet chocolate and potatoes, The scent wafts through the lost ski resorts Sitting on the long grass

Where sheepdogs


Tumbling through pristine lakes.

Reflections of arching glaciers ripple

Settling along the sides of a singular rowboat.