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
My topical post today at South by Southwest is about synthesis.