Up On The Hillside Poem by norman hale

Up on the hillside
There stands a stone
Under an old oak
They stand there alone

On that old stone
These words are chissled in
'I'll be watching you
Everytime you pass here again'

They say of a night
If you look towards that stone
It looks like a huge eye
Following you where you may roam

No one knows who is buried there
No one even knows when
But as legend has it
Every night that eye lights up again

It has been searched for wires
But, none has ever been found
And it instantly lights up
Even if you don't make a sound

Some legends claim it was
An indian medicine man
And keeps out a watchful eye
To protect that precious land

Don't get too close to that stone
Up on that mound of land
they say you'll dissappear
You'll be grabbed by the invisible hand