Upon the Hill

The roses smell so sweetly Behind the picket fence The grass is rich and green, It gives off a fresh cut scent. The lilacs are in full bloom The veranda has been swept, One glance the eye can see How well the garden has been kept. The shadow in the window Shows an old, but gentle soul, I heard she took up residence Not too long ago. No one seems to know How she keeps her home alive, There is never any outside help, And not a soul stops by. She enjoys her solace Each and every day, She was seen one time at midnight I heard a neighbour say. As they watched her in the moonlight They say it gave them chills, For she was intently speaking To someone upon the hill. I heard she turned quite beautiful As the moon shone down so bright, To me there isn't any doubt To whom she spoke that night. I'm told she's still in good health, Roses bloom on her window sill, And I think she owes it all To her friend UPON THE HILL...... Lynn Barany