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 of left

My heart

Upon that hill

 

Because the tug upon it

Is there

Even still

 

 

Written by, Michelle Cook


Photo credit:  pinterest.com

10 responses to “The little house on the hill

  1. Sounds like a magical place.

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  2. Oh it really was….. there hasn’t been another place like it since.

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  3. Beautiful, Michelle, and so melancholy. I can hear the echo.

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  4. Thank you D….. ☺️

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  5. So haunting in it’s emotion

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  6. It’s a place I will always miss.

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  7. Your love for that place is so beautifully weaved in thread of words and emotions are very subtle. Loved reading it. God bless..

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  8. Awww….. Thanks R’I’P… Your comment made my day! Take care….. 🙂

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  9. Pleasure is all mine. Have a nice day, Michelle 🙂

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  10. You too sweet friend! 🙂

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