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Category: Poetry
THE INVITATION
By: dc HILL (July 8, 1992) I see them flying low, Canada geese just above the treetops, Banking so their glide path descent lines up For a smooth landing on Forty Acre Swamp. Why do they fly in loose array? The center birds… Continue Reading “THE INVITATION”
IN AUTUMN WOODS
By: dc HILL (November 28, 1993) Come with me, To where birds sing, in harmony To where cadence tunes to the swing of falling leaves, To where red, orange and… Continue Reading “IN AUTUMN WOODS”
TWO PLACES NEAR A CHERRY GROVE
A tired, elegant home stands at the corner. I’ve paused there many times To see life and love flower Next to a maturing cherry grove. That house and its foundation have stood well. Now, the cherry grove is gone. Uprooted and displaced. Young cherry… Continue Reading “TWO PLACES NEAR A CHERRY GROVE”
A PILGRIM IN A CHERRY GROVE
By: dc HILL (July 7, 1992) Three times before, I stood this place. Me and vigorous cherry trees, face to face. They, protected by the Escarpment and Lake Ontario. Trees aligned like military tombstones. Nurtured by man and Mother Nature, Season after season. My first time… Continue Reading “A PILGRIM IN A CHERRY GROVE”
DON’T YOU EVER FORGET
Don’t you ever forget The twin towers and how they gleamed Majestic above the horizon The captains greeting the team ~ Commerce and industry bustled Precariously chugging along Until a maniacal effort Made scars in the lands where we once belonged ~ Don’t you… Continue Reading “DON’T YOU EVER FORGET”
Dedication – to those he loved.
Written by Cindy Hill March 1, 1999. David Charles Hill was born on May 6, 1935 at his home in Westford, MA. He was the fourth of five children. He went to the Williams Elementary School (K-6th grade) in Auburndale, MA; then went to… Continue Reading “Dedication – to those he loved.”
Carry On
DATE: November 28, 1993 Little one, you have arrived. Your potential began When two primordial genes unraveled, Then fused with love into spiral chains. Their infinite length holds your destiny. Honor yourself and carry on. Part of me is with you. I pray my… Continue Reading “Carry On”
Open Arms
December 7, 1991 My first remembrance of her — Open arms, radiant face, Lyrical laughter, drawn from the depths Her greeting sung with joy. Each time we met. It was the same. My first remembrance Relived again. Her nature? — to give. Warmth, will… Continue Reading “Open Arms”
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