The House On the Hill

. 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… +++++++++++++++++++++++ "English Quintain" By Carrie Richards 12/10/11