Member-only story
POETRY
My Hometown Hill
A poem
A poem about something wonderful near us that I am grateful for.
Best to read it aloud, my dear friend.
My Hometown Hill
Every month we climb a nearby hill,
Each time is as fulfilling as the last,
It’s our escape from life’s mundane mill,
Always better than my mind’s forecast.
We strain up the familiar pathways,
Like gods, glimpse the city tiny below,
Our reward is the crown’s serene walkways,
A world apart, of a separate flow.
Schoolboy treks home over hills I recall,
Bravado of youth in innocent times,
When the bus didn’t come, no mobiles to call,
On forested hills with peacocks and limes.
Is it the same place now, in each visit?
Do I change constantly, or does the hill?
Every time I sense a new spirit,
Perhaps it’s a relationship unstill.
Trees, grass, flowers, birds, and fresh air greet me,
No trespasser would get such a welcome,
It revives me in mind, soul, and body,
To…
