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On a Hill

SimonWaldram	Date: September 29, 2006 @ 7:19 AM Like the knowing flicker of sun in ice I remember being four years old Sat atop a hill, my mountain of sleeping dreams With a blank canvas of snow under my sled Laughter fell in endless unseen clusters Each one unique to an undiscerning ear They paused to rest on my face. Cool and warm Before evaporating into the shapeless river of my being In this, my finest hour, I saw no perfection Because I understood nothing else I look down in wonder and was pushed Screaming with joy into the valley below But I lost something on the way down And I never made it to the top again I chase my dreams knowing I already passed them by On a hill when I was four
Israfel	Date: September 29, 2006 @ 10:46 AM Such beautiful imagery in such a poignant poem. That recognition of loss of innocence and dreams. Nicely written, Simon!
Nefy	Date: September 30, 2006 @ 5:09 PM :claps: