006 Writing On The Hill Poem by Manonton Dalan

birds are circling overhead
maybe jealous of what we did
perhaps they are nesting herein
from birds’ eye view, we are specks
two dots traversing field of green
slowly encroaching on their domain

three visible lines from top of a hill
then i thought of writing something
that can be seen so many miles away
it could be simple and easy to say
made a sharp turn to left, forty paces
went up for big circle, traverse down left
traverse up right, resting at bottom of E

i heard screams from boardwalk, loud
pointing to where we are lying down
i guess they got our message clear
something you and me desire to hear
sometimes we are on pages of forgetting
blame not yourself but start by saying