A Hill; Shrouded In Cloud Poem by james watkin

A Hill; Shrouded In Cloud



Let's take a stroll. Mindful
Each hilly step
But leads ever closer
To a saint's rest.
Cloudy pillowed; above
Herd's grassed request!

You, I. That world-detached.
If yet fleshed round.
In Heaven, whilst short of
Breathing our last.
There to stay. Till hunger
Catches up fast.

Monday, September 26, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: walking,hill
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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