Rev. Elizabeth Anderson Poet Dramatic Verse

House On the Hill

The old house sat on the hill,
Looking out to yesteryears.
I wondered what the windows saw,
As life passed far and near.

Empty now, needing repairs,
But built sturdy and strong,
I walked onto it's porch, I asked,
"House, tell me of days long gone."

I fell lnto a deep sleep,
In a vision I could see,
The year 1859,
The house was just fallen trees.

I watched as slaves labored,
Building their master's home,
Their sweat stained each board,
Today you wouldn't have known.

Suddenly the years passed,
It was 1862,
I saw men dying in gun fire,
Soldiers warning gray and blue.

I was thrown into blackness,
I admit I was scared,
Than came the horizon,
A beauty beyond compare.

I saw a sailing ship,
In waters crisp and clean,,
Wishing I was the wind in her sails,
As she followed the river stream.

To my right, children playing.
To my left, loved ones layed to rest.
I watched saplings grow tall,
Where generations flew from their nests.

I woke and thanked the house,
For allowing me to see,
All the wonders of passing times,
And how special my new home will be.

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