Blue HillA Poem by Melinda McQueenThe landscape
broad With
green grass to trod. Strolling
along, She
felt alone.
Though
she could see the grand layout, She felt
as though she were under a cloud" A dark
cloud which followed her everywhere, Always
hanging over her here and there.
Her mind
replayed Everything
on her mind that laid. Yesteryear
was now in the forefront As the
meaning she did hunt.
Still
walking, she pondered Her most
amazing wonder. Something
so great had happened, But it
had come to an end.
Before
she knew it, she was standing atop An elevated
surface which seemed to be a rock. Although,
with further inspection, she was stilled, For looking
down, she found she was on a blue hill.
How she
had gotten here, she was unsure, Her memories
had lured Her onto
this blue hill Which
seemed to have its own will.
She didn’t
want to feel sad anymore When
memories she explored. For to
her they belonged, true and real, Someday
she hopes a glorious mountain will be made of her blue hill. © 2015 Melinda McQueenReviews
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StatsAuthorMelinda McQueenTXAboutHello, I'm Melinda from Texas. I am a published author. I'm in a chair with Cerebral Palsy and writing is my outlet. I have found deep pleasure in writing poetry. Writing helps me express my emotion.. more..Writing
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