Poem 28: Summer Hills On Summer Days

The green hills shine. 

The sunlight, 

Is so bright, 

Everyone is fine, 

It was once a beautiful view, 

Then everybody sat on it, 

But that made it look even better, 

Nothing was new. 

It was the same old thing. 

The grass was warm, 

A nice 'warm', to be precise, 

To kill your friend, 

You would sacrifice, 

To sit on this wonderful hill. 

The sun is completely revealed, 

And as I walk upon, 

This wonderful sight, 

It is rather large, 

There isn't a queue to go in there, 

Obviously, 

But it deserves one, 

As there's only one set of hills like these, 

In the whole country, 

And everybody, it would please.