Poetry • by Robert Clark Yates 1

Poetry by Robert Clark Yates The Red Hill Valley. Photograph by Cees van Gemerden. An Expressway Away from Here and Now Where there is life, there is something to kill. A way to somewhere else is what they see. They want to pave the Valley named Red Hill. Kids who wreck snowmen---not those who build--- Become those who lead us. This guarantees Where there is life, there is something to kill. A lack of vision is blinding us still To what's already here and what can be. They want to pave the Valley named Red Hill. Insufficient care, insufficient will, No dancing visions, no strength to be free--- Where there is life, there is something to kill. Before it overflows, our cup will spill--- What remains of reverence, a memory. They want to pave the Valley named Red Hill. They don't give a damn and likely never will. My father left this valley here for me. Where there is life, there is something to kill. They want to pave the Valley named Red Hill.  [  >>>>>  FORWARD ]     [Distillate © HA&L + Robert Clark Yates {from the Greek bios} -- the course of a life.]