A tower jutted out from a sun browned hill,
Seemed like miles from where I walked,
Yet its shimmer beckoned with an alluring light
Daring me on to venture the daunting climb.
What awaits in yonder hill? A rampart of historic note
An ancient ruin wherein mystic runes may be found,
Or maybe just a pile of crumbled relics in dire neglect?
Curiosity and fancy took the better of me so I trod.
On a child's delightful wings I climbed,
Tortuous trek towards a goal of uncertain discoveries.
Finding the Grail, or an infidel king's scimitar seized.
Oh what noble finds and deeds atop a sun browned hill
But at the top nothing but the mockery of small birds and
The harsh sting of hot dust borne by a midsummer wind
However climbing with a child's delight at heart was a reward in itself Eddie eh? This is a fresh, descriptive and positive poem.10 + + Fay
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Oh what noble finds and deeds atop a sun browned hill Rachel Ann Butler