James Francis Taylor

(Mosinee, Wisconsin, USA)

Lover's Hill

I walk alone, the cactus blooms, the grass grows green
Along the stream the tree limbs bend from winds that blow
Around my feet the flowers bloom like in a gardener's dream
The falling leaves float by with the waters gentle flow
And there upon the hill the oak still stands
With broken limbs and hollow scars that come from age
Has memory of two lovers holding hands
As they sit upon the hill among the flowers and the sage
Though the sage and flowers' fragrance are the same

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