Over Rolling Hills Poem by Tia Maria
Over Rolling Hills
In a land so faraway, where rabbits run free
and squirrels play, where church bells ring
over rolling hills and valleys so green
The rest of my life, is waiting for me...
This is one to make us think Tia, and the last line is full of positive encouragement to all who think there is nothing left - life is always there waiting for us. Thank you for this. my ten and more....from Fay.
Hi Tia. life as a poet certainly is. another short and sweet message for us all thankyou. Regards Dave T.10.10...
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1/1/2026 7:26:50 AM # 1.0.0
Excellent thought Tia...and lets hope it is a beautiful life waiting....Fi 10+++