On A Lower Hill. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

On A Lower Hill.



I
Found
Him
Suckling
On
A
Lower
Hill.

Dawn
And
Dusk
Both
Retiring
Under
The
Same
Coppice
Whispered
Together
Close


And
Lanky
On
The
Seas
The
Hammer
Beat
Of
Freedom
Screaming
Full
‘Free me!
Free me! '
Time
Was
Passing;
Age
Was
Following

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