The Hill Poem by Phil Soar

The Hill



High on a hill, was a lonely goat herd
goats everywhere, and a kid or two
while down below there's a lonely shepherd
looks like he is lost and lonely too

Far down the hill is a broken barn door
Hanging on it's hinges by a broken screw
the shepherds lost with his lonely goat herd
perhaps he'll need a carpenter too

The fool on the hill, sees the sun go down
as he rolls on his back looking at the moon
the hill will be full if this keeps on happening
and the shepherd sings a yodel too

Saturday, March 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: funny
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