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The Hillside

Contributed by crazydiamond on Tuesday, 22nd June 2004 @ 07:45:15 AM in AEST
Topic: goodbyepoetry

Climb up the hillside without pity or remorse
Under your shoes lie your five-toed horse.

Through the daisies and lilac and fields of green
The top, the pinnacle is all but foreseen.

Can’t understand what will become of me on this hill
Poke through a rift now, to join up with Jack and Jill.

Ain’t breakin’ till I reach the top
Going nowhere but up, right past the sheep who yells “Stop!”

But what does he know? He’s never seen the light
From the top of the hillside, evaporates all contrite.

Must reach my goal now, no ifs, ands or buts
For a failure to reach the apex results in wasted toil and disgust.

Hop over the river and tread past the wood
Would love Grandma to join me if only she could
For high above the hillside she has already stood
With flowers in one hand, the other clutching her favorite book.

Copyright © crazydiamond ... [ 2004-06-22 07:45:15]
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Re: The Hillside (User Rating: 1 )
by Kazzy1231 on Friday, 28th October 2005 @ 04:05:05 PM AEST
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Nice write,Please check out some of my poems!

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