The little house on the hill

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I used to live
In a little house
On a hill

And oh the views
So beautiful
Even still

A magical place
For sure
It was

A first real home
All just
Because

By the window
I would stand
And stare

Gazing out toward the meadows
Inhaling sweet
Fresh air

Everyday
My love
Did grow

For this amazing place
God did
Bestow

Then one day
My dream
Did fade

My window gone
Another sacrifice
Made

Time couldn’t forget
The love
That grew

My heart more content then
Than it ever
Even knew

That magical place
Now
Deeply hidden

A place
Where my dreams
Were secretly written

I’d give anything
To have
Just one more day

I honestly can’t believe
How long
I’ve stayed away

I think I must have left
My heart
Upon that hill

Because the tug upon it
Is there
Even still

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Originally written, December 2016

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16 thoughts on “The little house on the hill

    1. Aww… thank you Annie…. It really was a magical place and I miss it terribly. Was the first place in my entire life that truly felt like home…. I think everyone should have a place like this at least once in their life. And I believe you will! 😉

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