Gold
Hill – Shaftesbury, England
By:
Monica Vanzant
A
quiet moment on a hill
of
man made stone and crafted skill
I
stand in awe, my mouth agape
Amazed
at finding heaven's gate
For
what I see is beauty wide
My
soul is full and swells with pride
A
scene with cottages askew
All
shapes and colors, none are new
Atop
a hill in Shaftesbury
Broad
images that touch my soul
I
wonder at their stories told
A
long walk down, I stand and sigh
This
journey will my strength defy
But
I must go, I know that now
Way
down Gold Hill I do avow
And
so I start my trek downhill
The
easiest part and needs no skill
Atop
a hill in Shaftesbury
With
little breath and steady heart
From
this long hill I do depart
Some
happy greetings come my way
From
friendly locals I survey
Their
nods and smiles at me so sweet
I'm
more surprised each one I meet
Three
times I hear, “It looks like rain!”
I
find myself refreshed again
Atop
a hill in Shaftesbury
With
shaking legs and beaming smile
I
look up at my traveled mile
Well
not a mile but it feels so
The
distance from that place I know.
From
awe to dread I pick my way
O'er
cobbled roads where children play
For
now I know the time has come
To
turn again, so I succumb
Atop
a hill in Shaftesbury
With
labored breath, I start my walk
My
legs move slowly as they mock
My
foolish pride that drives them so
Beyond
the length they want to go
But
on I push to higher ground
Until
the top is once more found,
With
gods good grace I have my end!
Up
steep and winding path to wend,
Atop
a hill in Shaftesbury
My
panting breath comes back to me
As
I turn back and there I see
That
I have filled my latest dream
I've
walked up THE GOLD HILL - I deem,
As
sure as rain will come today
I
know I will return and stay
For
though my own land's miles gone past
It
feels as though I'm home at last
Atop
a hill in Shaftesbury
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