A Great Big Hill Poem by James H.C King

Walking up steep hills carrying bags of coal
kids pulling on the tail end of my coat
the rain is beating on my face rolling down my eyebrows, i can taste it
my back aches my legs are buckling under the pressure

Im sure al need a rest if I get to the top of that great big hill
I will get to the top
its a wet day today the wind is beating me back
howling whistleing, churning away with no relent

maybe soon the rain will let up
the wind will dropp to a calm breeze
the sun will rise
and clouds will fall at the top of this great big hill
I am sure to climb it even though my strenght is flailing
because I want to climb it

not for the people clinging on to my coat tail
rather so I can get this coal home to you
that is more satisfying more warming to me
than the sun at the top of this great big hill shining

I dont mind the rain and freezing wind
the miserable weather and the dampness
I carry this coal with a warm heart
knowing I carry it home for you x