The Hill Poem by Amelia Patterson

A mighty hill
rises high above
the ocean below,
as crisp waves crash against
somber boulders.

The morning sun
peeks out
from behind
the majestic clouds.

Bare feet
welcome fresh dew.
One hand shades wet eyes,
while another holds
a bouquet of fresh white roses.

Short legs slowly carry
tiny feet
up the
green, glistening hill.

As they reach the top,
a wooden cross comes into view.

A strong hand
gently sets the flowers
in front of the cross.

As a parade of tears
rain down on the flowers,
the sun sends but a single ray
upon the scene.

The little one
looks up into the sky,
realizing that
She was watching over them.