Golden Hills

There is a 'Golden Hills', California and a 'Golden Hills', Russia, and there may be other places that bare the 'Golden Hills' name that I don't know about. This song was not written about any one of them. The idea actually came to me while I was on an unproductive fishing trip at Bully Creek Reservoir here in Oregon. The geographical out lay of Eastern Oregon is fantastic and beautiful. The hills are always changing in color and in accordance with the sky. On sunny days the hills are golden in color.

While I was sitting on the bank of the lake, I was taking in all of the sights and sounds around me. Once in a while, you 'd hear the noisy flapping of wings and the honking of a flock of geese that were out on the water. There were seagulls in the sky hovering over as if they were waiting for me to catch them a fish.

I don't think the gulls realized I couldn't even catch a fish for myself!

There were little critters hiding in the weeds and bushes making all kinds of noises. A pleasant warm arid breeze was blowing lightly. Fish were jumping, leaving ripples and rings on the water. Dragonflies were flying around, hopefully eating the mosquitoes before they got a chance to suck my blood out. It was a very pleasant day and I wanted to put it into a song. When I got home that evening I wrote 'Golden Hills'. I hope it will be a blessing to you.