Gail Foster Poet Sonnet

The Old Man and the Hill

The old man sat and looked up at the hill
I think my work on earth, he said, is done
My finest hour is over. It's been fun
I've lived my life according to my will
And felt the thrill of love and had my fill
My little seeds are growing in the sun
No need for racing now the race is won
No need for ink or paper or a quill

I've written my last lines of poetry
He said, to no-one other than the skies
A sonnet so it was, a eulogy
Remember me (a poet never dies)
The sun grew dim behind the hill and he
Fell silent as the stars began to rise

© Gail Foster 26th August 2018

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Silent One August 27, 2018 at 1:22 AM Something all poets can relate you...Great sonnet... Gail Foster August 28, 2018 at 2:41 AM Thank you for the read, Silent One. I hope so. I wrote this because it was a miserable day and I realised that the last poem I had written was one about a poo bag that someone had thrown on a roof and were I to unexpectedly expire those would be my last words. Any poem we write could be our last. Let's hope there's a fair few more to go for both of us. Many blessings to you.

Kim Rodrigues August 26, 2018 at 3:03 PM Wow! A great sonnet! Gail Foster August 26, 2018 at 5:33 PM Thank you very much, Kim