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Which Hill Will You Climb

If your choice is to climb the higher hill
You’ll need more supplies and a stronger will
For as you climb supplies will diminish
And some will be needed when you finish

If you’re looking for fun and a small thrill
You’ll find it better to choose a small hill
Choose one you can top in just a short span
With several

Now we can hold hands

I'll be back before it gets dark 
after we get tired of playing king of the hill.
Sun sets so late in summer
against the willows..
sometimes I forget.

No, it just isn't so.  
I don't always choose them over you,
'course I could never tell you that. 
You're a girl, a special one.
But I can't tell you that

Atop Holy Hill

Atop thy holy hill,
Thy pine – so banished – weeps.
It reaches high for clouds of rye
But falters incomplete.

Atop thy holy hill,
Thy servants kneel and pray.
In holy stone thy bell atones
And beckons forth the day.

‘Why dost thou hide behind thy wooden doors…’

What the Hill Remembers

I have counted her footsteps 
for thirty-seven years
the same path worn 
into my slope, 
the same pause 
at the thorny ridge 
where she catches her breath 
and adjusts the 
weight on her spine.

Her daughters 
used to follow, 
small shadows 
learning the art 
of bending 
without breaking.

Now I watch 
the granddaughters 
in school uniforms, 
walking the

If You Love

If You Love

If you love him, dear airy blonde lady, the one love is yours
Only one, the only yours, you created him; the soul is yours
This poor boy could have been yours. But you dropped him

From your heart. Dumped guy. Yeah. From your sexy walk
The train floor crackled under your gazelle steps. He knelt down
In

No Flag on the Hill

No Flag on the  Hill

He woke to the hiss of burning plastic
a child's shoe, half-melted in the road.
Something like singing came from the mosque,
but it was only wind
through broken glass.

The birds left weeks ago.
Even the dogs are quiet now.
A rusted swing creaks in a schoolyard
where no one plays anymore.

A mother once painted the front

I Saw A Man Today

I saw a Man today as he walked the hill
Tears and drops of blood did equal spill
From brutally torn flesh and eyes of pain
I saw a Man today my inadequate refrain

I saw a Man today unjustly convicted
His trial was short and clearly scripted
The verdict assured without any proof
I saw a Man today who spoke only

Emerald Hill Childrens' Home

In forgotten fields of green,
Where laughter echoed, wild and free,
I chase the ghosts of childhood's dream,
And whispers of yesterday's sweet theme.

Sunday morning, bright and fair,
Church bells chime, with love and care,
Father's prayers, a gentle guide,
We're lost in warmth, where love resides.

The Lord's guidance, a beacon bright,
Leads us through life's plodding night,
In innocence, we took it

We Were Here Before the Borders

They wake before the mist lifts
in bamboo huts nailed to the spine of hills,
children with feet toughened by stone,
learning to climb before they can read.

The school 
a distant building
where the teacher comes twice a week,
or not at all.
Lessons written in a language
that does not speak their names.

A girl hums an old tune
as she carries water

I Am the Watchman on the 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

Spring Hiku 7

         Spring Hiku 7


cherry blossoms shine        
                                 

A Wilderness of Mirrors

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

wild horse on a hill haiku

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

THE STRANGE ROCKY HILL

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

My Place Below the Hill

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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