Gentle Slope
I walked a gentle slope
My heart full of hope
A sight serene to me
A sea to see to be free
Traverse the hill
For a lonely thrill
Look upon it all
But dare not fall
An ocean of gray
Where pilgrims still pray
A lighthouse illuminates
Our fate of hate
But still we dream
Of being one team
A nod of the head
The earth is my bed
Wise are leaf rattles
I'm amused by their tattles
If here I fell asleep
My purity I could keep
It's always a pity
That I return to the city
But still I walked a gentle slope
My heart bursting with hope
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2019
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