The Hill Poem by Bryan Sefton

A poem is a hill you climb
Pleasantly rising through
Sunlit solitude
From down below
It was a pleasant scene
Now here you are
Climbing to a point
And then beyond
The steady incline
Becomes steeper
Still you climb, thinking how
It is longer than first thought
On you trudge
Gazing upon
A vista spreading all around
Then The day is gone
The stars come out
Still you cannot say
'That's enough for today'
Turn around'
It's such a pleasant scene
You can see
Tomorrow's light
Break the edge of the earth
The sun boils over
Reality pours all over you