Over The Hill

Over The Hill


Over the hill

Not far away

There is an acre



Tis where indeed

This ache of mine

Lies oft ploughed

Yet rarely tilled





  • orchidee

    I thought was on the theme of age - no?! Keep taking the tablets Orchi! A fine write N.

    • Neville

      thank you my friend...

    • sylviasearcher

      I started a poem like that once, it ended with a different kind of ache though

      There was a longing in this one maybe?

      • Neville

        thank you sylviasearcher my friend.... yes, maybe you are write.... there are so many types of ache aren't there.. some aint so bad... some we kinda want a little bit more of and some.. well ...

        • sylviasearcher


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        • dusk arising

          Indeed we should all acknowledge our allotted acre of desire and tend it with ambition.

          Today we see the sage within you.

          • Neville

            thanks DA.. I was hoping someone might see beyond the obvious.... and what a glorious day it is too... Have a good one mate.. N

          • Fay Slimm.

            That acre sounds familiar my friend cos I have one of those too..........such a clever concept Nev. and writ with beguiling covert.

            • Neville

              beguiling covert are my two middle names... thank you mighty big our Fay...

            • Suresh

              I no longer have a plot of land, thus all I can do is........
              but that's OK too
              no acre, just ache

              Throughly enjoyed this one

              I was granted a wish to tweet-
              In my excitement a typo error-
              ache instead of acre

              Well now I gotta live it- Cest la vie

              • Neville

                thank you my friend .. much appreciated and of course always welcome....

                PS: and truly N

              • Laura🌻


                An interesting and thought provoking write! Many interpretations to be considered!


                • Neville

                  let me know when you arrive at a conclusion... thank you my friend..


                  • Laura🌻

                    If I do, I’ll share...

                    You’re very welcome...

                  • MendedFences27

                    Time to break new ground. Nothing grows on plowed land, except wild things. Proper care must be given to grow the intended crop.
                    Short and very allegorical. I love the breadth of meaning/s: Land and desire, aging and desire, growth and status-quo, work and idleness, etc. Let's all take the time to nurture our relationships. - Phil A.

                    • Neville

                      You visiting this particular post from almost exactly a year ago is very much appreciated Phil, as is your understanding of it sir....

                      ... Neville

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