Hill

Suresh

 

Hill
06/20/2019

...at the end of Underhill Road


This wild forest, covered the Hill
At end of a short road, was that hill
Underhill Lane, sits my house, still
Off of a road, Brits named Underhill

Loved escaping into that forrest at will
That wild Forrest, which covered the hill
Drawn, for fresh tamarind, have my fill
To get at right pod, had many a spill

Early morn, in that forest, quite a chill
Birds chirping, picking fruit in their bill
As children, surely a thrill was that hill
At end of a road, Brits named Underhill

  • Author: Suresh (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 28th, 2019 00:06
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    There's no doubt I will
    Be liking this fine poem still
    Even when there's the thrill -
    Of me singing it (maybe) -
    Though that sound you'll want to kill!
    (heehee)

    • Suresh

      You dog you, sure you can always howl along, as loud as you want.
      Loved your comment

    • Fay Slimm.

      You capture the feel of escaping to woodland where wild is the attraction - there was such a thing once that I too remember as a runaway hideout - - - thanks for the wonderful rhyme-scheme too.

      • Suresh

        Thnx Fay, much appreciated, its always a happy place to remember childhood frivolities

      • Neville

        this is a very special poem and has a very special personal meaning...

        spooky or what & certainly enjoyed.... N.

        • Suresh

          Now I know why - the bond of UNDERHILL

          • Neville

            Surreal Suresh for certain....... N

          • ANGELA & BRIAN

            Thanks for sharing SURESH all HILLS however small hold a fascination for CHILDREN and some like EVEREST are sacred ~ and can claim many lives ~ if desecrated ! Love the form of your Poem ~ Four balanced quatrains and a single Rhyme ! aaaa aaaa aaaa ! This gives the Poem great flow & rhythm ! The repetion of the Title Word *HILL* six times amplifies the TITLE ! GREAT POEM !

            Blessings & Peace & Love
            Yours ANGELA & BRIAN XOXOX

          • Suresh

            Thnx A&B
            For weeks I have been composing a poem, but could never get the right tone. Eventually ended up splitting it in two and first published the SERENITY, and then suddenly the second all came together as HILL.
            Thnx for your encouraging words

            • Suresh

              Not SERENITY, but TIME BEATEN PATH



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