Poem

old poem

Here art the hill I' am

panted yellow gold in the rising sun.

Here art the ocean I' am

colored all shades of blue in the morning light

Here art the path i took

to the yellow gold hills and

to the blue ocean

and back home to my stone cottage.

I wish I were on those hills and near the ocean.

All are now dark with the setting sun.

Author's Note

old poem