The Hill

Forest as the beginning of the universe

The Hill

Jackson, my golden, pulls me on the steep hill
The big hill where breath feels it's weight on those who heave ho
"Come on Honey, pull the old man"
as she calmly smells another smell of the land
I pull her to follow us in steps up the steep
Jackson pulling his game is for keeps
It's the load of an old man who works his dogs slow
Honey pulls but it's hardly a chore
She once again wants to smell more
As I hoist her away from her old factory game
The hill is climbed with the old man's exhaustion
extending beyond breath's game.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

I could have used both of you for a push up that hill. Occasionally I do the hill to see how my heart is doing.

Thank you both for your lovely visit!

Regards,
Al

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the older we get the harder it is to make it up those hills...it's good to have that motivation to pull us... I am reminded of the Jefferson's theme song, 'Movin On Up' and the line, 'took a whole lotta tryin, just to get up that hill'...keep climbing, my friend...

[Pryde Foltz]

I have come to realize that those who will not be controlled are often coaxing us to fun and a higher mood. Oil up those old joints and go for it:)