Hill Of Potatoes Poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis

I took my home on that hill
Under those fading faithful clouds
Forgetting the white snow of December
As all else below rang with the memories
Of yellow spots and blue signatures
Shining on the back of my mind
Along with the songs written and cried
I found my home on this hill
This enormous place of solitude and sacrifice
Dried and rock infested…
Colored only by my laid warmth and breath
Tired is how I felt
Laying there in my newfound home
Positively forgiving the wind and debris passing
I wept into a whole new chapter
Placing my mark and love on my castle
My last place and stand…. here…
On this pitiful hill

Hill of potatoes