Hemmingway Hill Poem by Dyllan Martin

At the crack of dawn,
All stood still,
Upon the peak,
Of hemmingway Hill.

The daisies grow,
A metre tall,
A living breathing daisy wall,
But whoever knew they all would fall,
Up on the peak,
Of Hemmingway Hill

As the daisies white became bright red,
Souls became lost as things were said,
The angels dance around your head,
On the peak of Hemmingway Hill

A gunshot flew across the wind,
Once you fall in the river yous ink never swim,
And the battle cries caused the most terrible din,
At the battle of Hemmingway Hill,

The smog now cleared,
But the soil remains,
The only survivor of that sad, sad, day,
The blood and sweat have washed away,
On the peak of Hemmingway Hill.