THE HILLS OF EUROPE

Laughing down the slopes
Holding hands beneath the stars,
whispering near a bunny,
Falling in the snow,
walking in torn jeans,
carrying packs on our shoulders,
Sleeping in motels,
and sleeping out in fields.
With the grass beneath our backs,
and no blanket except the sky,
No pillows save the clouds,
and no light save the moon.
Out in the hills of Europe,
There's nowhere I'd rather be with you.

Copyright Š2006 Ashi Shadow 5/12/06 on Katie.
Originally didn't have 2nd last line, but was added in to preserve rhyme and meter and to prevent it from ending abruptly. The reason the poem's imagery works well is because the frames are with action instead of still lifes, and because the latter half has great metaphors. The poem is quite literal. The Hills of Europe are not a metaphor for anything else.