Hi-Story of a Hill

HI STORY of a HILL They grazed their sheep upon my grass* So many centuries in the past In feudal times,a monastery of hope 'Til King Henry divorced the Pope In later times upon my hill* They set a smock windmill As Victoria came on her throne A brewery made this site its own Later in more social times, a public bath In which poor folk cleansed at my hearth The 'sixties brought a different call Under an impersonal shopping mall Change continues on,so persistent But my soil * stays,omniscient