The Little Hill Poem by Paul Reed
The Little Hill
The little hill
That looks down to the sea,
Covered in daisies,
A sweet place for me,
As with joyful feet
We were set free;
The little hill
That saw winter die,
Nearer rainbows and heaven
It holds up the sky,
Lofting the breezes
That pass kindly by;
The little hill
We shared moments rare,
At the start of spring
With hope in the air,
The little hill
How I wish I was there
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