Hill Of The Day Watch Poem by David J

On a low cliff of sand on clay
Above water that hurries by
A small old hill, perfect that day
A child's own for a while

Yet, still there today, set out one morn
Down narrow roads, busier too
Hedges crowned with aged thorn
30 quiet minutes by foot

Sit on the top of hill on hill
Look to the west once more
Listen for the drop, the wind is still
Then gently, with care, there pour

And remember a day of sun on face
Of wind in hair and gull in eye
shorter of leg yet swifter in race
Of childhoods and goodbye