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
I promise one day we will find a place that will be like our place on the hill. 😉
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Lovely
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Thank you… 😉
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Straight of a painting of perfect nostalgia.
Great write😊
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Thank you Aarron 😉
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A house on the hill has been my dream. I will make it a reality one day. This is so lovely, M. ❤️
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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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So beautiful!
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Thank you 😉
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You’re welcome! 😀
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Hated to leave! Sigh…
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😉
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I think we’ve all had a house that we loved and hated to live. Well done Michelle 😊
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Yeah… it’s inevitable. 😉
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No place like home, on a hill…. https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/06/16/home/
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So true…. 😉
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