Place on a HillA Poem by Stranger
This is a previous version of Place on a Hill.
There's a Hill, Its tall but not wide.
Its leafy but has no tree's, with a clear sky.
Its raining, the water ice cold in the summer air.
The Hill has tall grass but it only reaches an inch.
The Hill is covered with grass, surrounded by plains.
There is a small cottage on top of the hill but the hill has no top.
You can go up the Hill but you can't go down.
This hill his breezy and warm, yet still and quiet.
If you stand on the Hill you can see your house, but its not yours.
You can see the stars, the sun shinning bright.
The wind is still and calm, as the tree's hold no leaves, but flowers.
The cottage is quiet and ever been opened.
You climb up the Hill and go towards the cottage but its not there.
The cottage is there, the chimes slowly making noise from the still breeze.
You walk into the cottage and open the window, looking towards the trees.
The grass is swaying in the breeze while the sky is clear and content.
How is all this possible you ask? Its not. Unless you're dreaming of course. . .
© 2011 Stranger
Added on February 27, 2011
Last Updated on April 16, 2011
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