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There Is A Hill
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Nostalgia
In a little spot called Madras
There is a sloping hill.
I know each bump and hollowed spot,
Have roamed there at my will.
From high atop the crest I gazed
At the world spread 'neath feet,
And wondered what my future held,
What would become of me?
I heard the quacking of the geese
As sailing south they soared.
I lay in grass, watched picture-clouds,
And I was NEVER bored.
Sometimes in thought I go there yet
And climb that hill again.
In memory's trek it's sunny
As on that crest I stand.
Then one more time the world spreads out.
It lies there at my bid.
I have a chance to leave my mark
Not make mistakes I did.
I love the journey through my mind
That leads me to "my place".
It's not expensive, bothers none,
And leaves a joyful trace.
"There Is A Hill" is a wonderful poem that takes me back to my childhood. It leaves me with a happy memory.
Such a lovely place, in your mind. The images cause tremors in my own inspiration-place. I visit you often, but seldom register. This piece, though, took me back to MY place, with steeper hills and cricks and caves and hollers. I just had to let you know, this time. I'll see you there. Thanks.