The House On the Hill
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One house that dots the distant hill,
where a curve in the river runs
now shivers, alone, in the winter's chill.
It sits near a star, now that day is done,
I notice a light, as the twilight comes.
I wonder who sits there, behind the light?
From the window, there is soft, yellow glow…
Who sits at a table, alone tonight?
Is it someone whose spirits are low?
Is it someone I'm destined to know?
Armed by tall pines, on either flank,
As soldiers would guard a fort
Near the river that runs with the willowed banks,
Would they welcome a friend at their door?
For we have been neighbors for years…
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"English Quintain"
By Carrie Richards 12/10/11
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