Ernestine Northover

Veteran Poet - 1,353 Points (25th March 1943)

Over The Hill - Poem by Ernestine Northover

What is over the hill,
I've always wondered and I wonder still.

Are there fields of meadows sweet,
Or forests for the eye to greet,
Are there cottages and farms,
All so quaint with country charms.

Or are there seas and sandy coves,
Lofty cliffs and sheep in droves,
Lakes with water gleaming bright,
Willows weeping at the sight.

Could there be a river wide,
With boats all moored along each side,
Or a canal which peacefully meanders,
Past boathouses with their verandas.

Perhaps there is a town of people,
A large stone church with bell and steeple,
Lots of traffic on the go,
People rushing to and fro.

Maybe there are valleys to discover,
With wonderful birds like the wagtail and plover,
Sparrowhawks and buzzards too,
All these would be splendid to view.

There might be a mansion great,
Built within a large estate,
With room to fish and hunt and shoot,
Such a lifestyle would be a hoot.

But it may not be greener over the hill,
We always think maybe it will,
We are left to guess at what things might have been,
And all we can do is imagine the scene.

But perhaps we are happier where we are,
And not to let all our wild thoughts mar,
What we already have, which is pretty okay,
I think you'd agree, what do you say?


Comments about Over The Hill by Ernestine Northover

  • (2/27/2018 7:17:00 PM)


    i am using this in my school poetry under the stars and this is really helpful (Report) Reply

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  • Andrew Blakemore (3/14/2009 10:51:00 AM)


    I thought this was going to be a poem about getting old but instead it's a magical pastoral poem. A real treasure Ernestine, well done. Love, Andrew xx (Report) Reply

  • (4/7/2008 3:49:00 PM)


    Ernestine, what a wonderful poem of scenery I can picture in my mind's eye. I live near a hill and some of what you say is over there. But if I look out from the front of our house the sprawl of a town lays a head with a dark snake like motorway weaving itself from east to west. Top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend.
    David
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  • (7/23/2006 8:38:00 AM)


    Like all your poetry, this is well observed, thought out and put together.

    I have a small poetry forum you might like to have a look at. It's currently not very active and a bit on the slow side, but you may enjoy what you see there. You'll find it by going to http: //digbig.com/4erxr.
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  • (5/9/2006 1:30:00 PM)


    Over the hill there lived a poet in green pastures, in sight of her write.Love Duncan (Report) Reply

  • (4/5/2006 12:42:00 PM)


    I say this is very beautiful poetry, Ernestine. Susie. (Report) Reply

  • (9/4/2005 7:56:00 PM)


    I think alot of people lose what they already have in the hopes of finding something better. Very nice poem. sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 1, 2005

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 20, 2010


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