Revisit The Hill Poem by John A'Hern

Stumbling up a favourite hill
A day like no other listening to the distant thunder
The top it waits there challenging still
Thoughts and memories collide
When younger, running was your choice
The hilltop is reached, wind is your only friend
No human voices or traffic noises
You sit half falling to the ground
Gather breath then settle down
You look over the Town of birth
It helped you when you where down
If it had arms it would hug
The clock starts ticking when we are born
The hands of the clock move on and on
Photos and memories locked in each tick tock
Where has the time allotted disappeared
Older age recognition of older faces
Inside feelings young at heart
Your body aches even when you ask
You move to lay upon your back
Staring at a cloudy angry sky
Thunder noises moving closer
Flashing lights as lightning invades
Your eyes they close, memories impose
This is the spot you would choose as remembrance