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The Hill


06.17.16 Posted in today's words by

The Hill
By Gary Priest

The hill carpets its deceit with daisies.
It hides a descent that the devil would envy
and that eight year-old aeronauts must defy.
To be free is to take flight at top speed,
without care for gravity or grazed knees.

Running on adolescent imprudence.
Each step planted as assuredly as daisies.
Rocketing down this treacherous slant,
not a single moment of fearful thought
contemplating this downward hurtle.

The hill is a patchwork of flight paths.
So many take wing with back to the wind.
Now careful steps retrace their route,
still bright somewhere in the undergrowth,
but never to be flown again now time has conquered youth.



One Response to “The Hill”

  1. You’ve painted a lovely adventure.

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