What's over the hill?

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Over the Hill

Don't you really want to see

What's up there, a tree,

a horse, a rider - free.

I'd like to go up there right away.

I wonder if I'll find someone to play

With me. We both could ride all the way.

I am a spirited child. I just flee

From my responsibility.

Now come with me.

There is adventure waiting today

for us, up over the hill. We won't stray

very far. We'll see new stuff. We'll be OK.

copyright 8/10/06 by Carol Gee.

Tags: journal Life poetry nostalgia reflections thoughts rural life

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