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The House On the Hill

The clouds throw shadows from the sky on where the field hand seeks reward, his reap leaving a golden sward over the ground where sunlight lies. Atop a rise a fine house stands that somehow there does not impose though alien in its lone repse. all hedged about its garden land. Now see, is that a figure there, from a high window seems to call mothers fond name when I was small. across time’s spacious valley air. I look again, like her it’s gone, the valley deeper, too age slow for searching pathways, I must go as life's distractions move me on. There’ll come a time with the sun’s rise I may return to seek a way all in my ending’s dreaming day to find the truth of all surmise.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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