The Lady On The Hill Poem by Marilyn Lott

The Lady On The Hill

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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!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Thad Wilk 02 March 2008

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 ... 02 March 2008

This is a beautiful mystery

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Broken Peaces 02 March 2008

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

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Michael Pruchnicki 02 March 2008

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

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