poet Marilyn Lott

Marilyn Lott

The Lady On The Hill

The small town scrutinized
The pretty lady on the hill
She came from out of nowhere
Folks couldn’t get their fill

Wearing dark rimmed sunglasses
She’d rarely come to town
Speaking very infrequently
In her soft and gentle sound

Her family was a mystery
As this lady seemed to be
No one had a clue to her
Past - it seemed to flee

And so the town was a’buzz
Whispering about her still
Hoping to get a glimpse of
The lady on the hill!

Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 2, 2008

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  • Thad Wilk (3/2/2008 10:44:00 AM)

    Ahh the mysterious lady on the hill, Marilyn i think she is Jill? *10*! !
    A lovely write, thanks for sharing! ! !
    Best Wishes , Fried Thad

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  • Vidyadhar ... (3/2/2008 9:44:00 AM)

    This is a beautiful mystery

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  • Broken Peaces (3/2/2008 9:37:00 AM)

    Soft and dreamlike do not all women contain some mystery I hope so 10 Chris x

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  • Michael Pruchnicki (3/2/2008 9:30:00 AM)

    Marilyn - Like the Lady of Shalott, a melancholy poem to a mysterious lady!

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