The Hill Poem by C.D. Sinex

Just walking up a hill I once did own,
the trees now thicker by some forty years.
In deep brush I found the boundary stone,
when I was young the path was always clear.

The trees now thicker by some forty years,
the slope seems steeper than the one I'd known.
When I was young the path was always clear,
to climb this hill and spend some time alone.

The slope seems steeper than the one I'd known,
the perfect place to come and disappear,
to climb this hill and spend some time alone.
I doubt my neighbors knew that I was here.

The perfect place to come and disappear,
in deep brush I found the boundary stone.
I doubt my neighbor knew that I was here,
just walking up a hill I once did own.

- © C.D. Sinex