The Hill

 

I sat upon a hill so far away alone, and so afraid.
The world below passing me by, the fear within

growing with each passing moment.
There was, I must admit, a tremendous view.  The

city and Valley stretched out for my enjoyment.
A passage of the season their beauty to behold.
It was then there was no beauty.  When there

was no one to share it with.
The sunset sped on its way turning the sky alive

with its fiery wonder.
But I didn't notice it, there alone upon the hill.
Until there was you.

© Copyright Tina Rice 1982

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