Just Over the Hill
And then I seen it, whilst looking down from a high
A peaceful uniform land, where residents don’t cry
Equal to all, perhaps finely embellished with love
Diagonal lines appear, as I descend from above
People stand about randomly, in a mysterious world
As this endless field of monoliths, now slowly unfurls
Only place where nobody, yet everybody gets along
It’s not utopia, but could well be, when we’re gone
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE
Sponsored by Brian Strand
06/01/22
Copyright © David Kavanagh | Year Posted 2022
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