What is over the hill,
I've always wondered and I wonder still.
Are there fields of meadows sweet,
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I thought this was going to be a poem about getting old but instead it's a magical pastoral poem. A real treasure Ernestine, well done. Love, Andrew xx
Ernestine, what a wonderful poem of scenery I can picture in my mind's eye. I live near a hill and some of what you say is over there. But if I look out from the front of our house the sprawl of a town lays a head with a dark snake like motorway weaving itself from east to west. Top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend. David
Over the hill there lived a poet in green pastures, in sight of her write.Love Duncan
I think alot of people lose what they already have in the hopes of finding something better. Very nice poem. sincerely, Mary
i am using this in my school poetry under the stars and this is really helpful