The Side Of The Hill by Robert

My thoughts drift back to younger days,
When we lived on the side of a hill.
Where as a very little lad,
I could roam the woods at will.

I learned about the birds and bees,
By being in their way.
I’d climb the trees, look in their nests,
This is how I’d play.

I still remember how I cried,
That day I found the hive
I found them, but they found me too,
Lord, how did I survive?

I learned about death, in my own way,
The day I killed the dove.
With a slingshot in my tiny hand,
It taught me how to love.

I still remember the lightning bugs,
How I’d put them in a jar.
And under my covers, they’d glow at night,
But I couldn’t see very far.

To say the least, I was blest,
To live on the side of the hill.
Where as a very little lad,
I could roam the woods at will.

Biopedalguy (4.156.129.205) -- Tuesday, January 23 2007, 02:05 am

Another great poem !!
Again, you have combined a really great message with fantastic poetry.
I like the technique of winding up the poem with something from the beginning.
In addition to that, the last stanza summarizes the whole thing favorably.
The part about finding the beehive brings back all too many memories. They usually found me first.

Terrie* (66.81.128.97) -- Wednesday, January 24 2007, 01:51 am

Very Enlightenin'...
Robert, your truely amazin' , always puttin' the best of you in every write, it's an honor to sit back , relax and read such fine work...feels sooo good to reminisce of yesteryear...fond memories stored in ones heart...

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