The Boy on the Hill

The Boy on the Hill

A Poem by Beano

I can see him there now, shading
The high beating sun with his palm.
Ignorant of times diligence
He’d stare down for hours on his world,
The burnished  little street below
Was all that he needed to know.
But unaware of the transience of bliss
He never felt the night closing in.

© 2020 Beano


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The night closing in is adulthood? This poem, like so many of yours, is so pleasing, whether I understand it all or not.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Beano

1 Year Ago

Definitely adulthood, total understanding here dear, Roland! :)
this is truly beautiful
what inspired you to write this I would like to know the background a bit more out of curiosity if you like

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beano

1 Year Ago

Hi Julie, thanks for the kind comment! I wanted to try write a short idealised poem about my childho.. read more
Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

1 Year Ago

Thanks well I loved it
You have talent
The innocence of childhood; so very brief, but so very vital. Lose that, and we lose the future.

A truly wonderful poem.

Beccy.



Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beano

1 Year Ago

Thank you as ever Beccy, and that is the very excuse I often use for my rampant immaturity! :)
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