May 10 2008
UPON THE HILL
The roses smell so sweetly
Behind the picket fence,
The grass is rich and green
It gives off a fresh cut scent.
The lilacs are in full bloom
The veranda has been swept,
One glance the eye can see
How well the garden has been kept.
The shadow in the window
Shows an old, but gentle soul,
I heard she took up residence
Not too long ago.
No one seems to know
How she keeps her home alive,
There is never any outside help
And no visitors stop by.
She enjoys her solitude
Each and every day,
She is sometimes seen at midnight
I hear the neighbours say.
As they watch her in the moonlight
They say it gives them chills,
For she is intently speaking
To someone upon the hill.
I hear she turns quite beautiful
When the moon shines down so bright,
To me there isn’t any doubt
To whom she speaks at night.
I’m told she’s still in good health
Violets bloom on her window sill,
And I think she owes it all
To her friend upon the hill
10 May 2008, ore 14:13
very clever,, and well done…
11 May 2008, ore 7:56
Calm and serene..A feeling of peace in the soul….
very well depicted… Wish to see such a place! kunjubi
11 May 2008, ore 17:41
Rather mysterious and leaves a lot to the imagination. The story drags one in quickly and holds them to the end, then leaves them hanging, left to their imaginations. Well done.