Hill Poems - Poems about Hill

I am the watchman on the hill, My brother’s cry, I hear it still. Though shadows stretch and winds grow wild, I’ll cross the dark to find the child. Not born of blood alone is kin, But shared the fight we hold within— When sorrow knocks or hunger calls, My hands become the sheltering walls. His burden is not his to bear, If I...

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Spring Hiku 5 Cherry blossoms shine ...

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What do I see, you are looking back at me. In my youth wearing a top of pink polka dots, with a skirt of green and orange fabric knots. As I looked-I laughed until I cried, every time the wilderness mirrors walk by. These very old mirrors are such a thrill, they love my fashion wear even if it is over...

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wild horse on a hill so at peace with waves crashing chilling with his friends...

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There was a rocky hill where I thought could rest myself, But when I sat there; saw people as small as elves, The sky was dark over there, All that the self knew was- the place where I sat wasn't fair. But my tired feet still forced me , The bats flew above my head with an attitude of fully...

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Fresh ocean air Oh, take me there! To the place below the hill Three hundred years I hold it dear Ancestors can be felt still For all I've roamed My heart knows home And it cannot get it's fill How does it long! For ancient song And the view from mine own sill A seat of peace My mind's at ease Oh, the terrors a place can kill Soon I'll...

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I plant a tree on top of the hill and there it stood still I water it with my tears and it kept blooming throughout the year and now it is spreading it’s branches everywhere and its trunks is parachuting into the sky but its main root is getting dry cause no more tears are left in my eyes the hill top...

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Off fish hill Daylight saving time 2025 min(no) newt effect on me. As part and parcel of terpsichorean repertoire, one whirling dervish flaps his wings at the speed of sound. With twenty three hours Sunday March 9th, 2025 essentially 2:00:00 to 2:59:59 does not exist in the night of the switch (back to the house of Pooh Corner) not only in Pennsylvania (but...

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Written: January 23, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Regina Mcintosh "There are twilight times when only the moon will muse on my misery." By POET. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Shadowy stillness does embrace Showing the town such a showplace People...

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i'm taking baby steps in becoming a good father; i'm on the climb first a hill, then a mountain; that's the goal... growing into the type of parent my late father would be proud of... a wonderful "girl Dad" to Isabelle, my toddler daughter. will i be...

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Soft t-shirts, warm flannels, easy to step into Cozy fleece, light cotton, stretchy elastic waistbands Comfy nightgowns, flowered pajamas, and a mumu Retirement encourages a new way to dress Comfort over class, coziness over chic Fashion is over the hill now I live in the country The only ones who see me are my husband and my dogs...

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Evening walk on Barn Hill Loved this road, up to Fryent Country Park So quiet, very friendly, silence is the air here It gives an open way into an ancient life up This road is a way to a new world, another life From the presence of the past, we live there far This land, this world is an atmosphere; no...

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I’m listening to a song, that’s captured my mood. What’s the singer saying? If it knew, I’d sing along. but the slurry words elude. It’s an artistic choice, I suppose, and I don’t require deeper meanings. A squirrel stands defiantly in the middle of the path, A tiny, furry-tailed, usurper - quite out of the routine. “Hello fluffy rodent,” I baby-sing, as it watches...

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Stands at the summit Statuesque, pays me no heed He is above me ...

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Where is the shining city upon a hill? ...

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