Mansion on the HillA Poem by Tracea love storyMansion
on the Hill Whispering breezes blow gently Through empty windows every night Songbirds proclaim the morning As they carelessly take flight Years and years of toil Working well past his prime Giving all he had to offer While they abused his time But unbeknownst to most He had carefully devised a plan Of where he wished to retire And one day he acquired the land Miles and miles from nowhere In the mountains of his dreams Every weekend you could find him Building his mansion by the stream She forgave his fishing weekends When he said he needed to unwind For his job was so demanding Though she worried where he spent his time Then on the day he said goodbye To the job he had held so long He took his wife of fifty years To her surprise he’d been working on They drove and drove for hours Then turned his old truck up the tiny road He’d hauled in so many supplies before But now she was his final load For when he parked beside the stream He said: “This is the mansion I’ve built for two She took his hand as they crossed the bridge With teary eyes she said: “I love you” Whispering breezes blow gently Through glowing windows even still The songbirds proclaim the mornings Round their mansion on the hill. © 2021 TraceFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on April 27, 2021 Last Updated on April 27, 2021 AuthorTracesomewhere in, UTAboutI will always love poetry....... I am a Poet But sometimes,,,,,, It makes my brain hurt more..Writing
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